A little before 9:00 this morning, the guy who has been laying the tile in our bathroom called to say he wouldn't be coming out today but would be working tomorrow morning instead. After I hung up, I tried to call J.J. to let him know. His phone went to voicemail each time I called over the next TWO HOURS. I even sent him an email asking him to call me. By 10:45, I was convinced that something terrible had happened to him and decided to run home to check. Just as I was pulling out of the parking lot, he finally called--his phone battery had died.
Lesson learned: charge cell phone each night. Because it wouldn't be good if we both had strokes, and I'm fairly sure my blood pressure still hasn't returned to normal after this.
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