Don’t be too busy to call
It is night again. I didn’t talk to Rusty much today. He called a couple of times, but I was always in the middle of something. Rehearsals, interviews, contact meetings. And tomorrow, it will be about nine hours at West Coast Park hosting an annual deaf event. It hardly feels like a weekend.
I am now finally home but something does not feel right. I feel unsettled, unfinished. It is because I haven’t talked to Rusty. I haven’t said goodnight, haven’t heard his smile over the phone. Of all the things I accomplished today, I let myself forget the most important.