Some day I might regret turning off the ringer on my phone on Friday nights, so I can sleep as late as possible Saturday morning. Maybe I’ll miss that call from whoever is doing what Ed McMahon used to do. I don’t pick up the phone when I don’t know who’s calling anyway, but I might if the Caller ID said “Ed McMahon,” or “Santa Claus,” or “Ellen DeGeneres.”
Today, though, I was grateful not to have heard the ringing of the phone an hour before I got out of bed, especially since it was a call from work. Tim always starts with an apology, when he calls on the weekend. Then he finds someone else to blame for the fact that he had to call me. Then he tells me what urgent bit of business can’t wait until Monday.