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Snuggled in bed last night, talking with Don when all of a sudden I am struck with a terrifying thought. “Honey,” I say. “What day is it?”
“Monday,” he says.
“No, what day? What number?”
“I don’t know...I think it’s the...”
“Is it the 12th?” I say, talking over him, finishing his sentence.
“Yeah,” Don says nodding. He doesn’t even mind that I’m always doing this. Overlapping. That’s how much he loves me.
“Oh my god!” I say, adrenaline running through me. “I have a radio show tomorrow morning and I totally lost track of the days! What if I had forgot? That would have been horrible. Don’t forget to remind me tomorrow. Right when we wake up. Say, Meg, you have a radio show this morning. Okay?”
Don looks nervous. “I’ll try,” he says, fidgeting. “But, you know how busy it’s been.”
I leap out of bed. Grab his robe. “I’ll email myself,” I say. “That way I can’t forget because I check my emails in the morning.”
And so I did. I’ve gotta go now, run upstairs, get ready for Sounds Like Canada 10 o’clock today. Everyones been fed, the dogs have been out, my son drove us to school we dropped him off and I drove back. Walking from the car to the house, the morning sun slanting across the yard, the air, redolent with the smells of autumn and my god it’s a wonderful day to be alive.
Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, November 13, 2007 in Chewing the Fat
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