I get the best messages from my friends. Three weeks ago I was leaving campus and it was a good day. I'd just taught two classes and I was on top of my game: managed the clock with precision and accomplished quite a bit. I checked my voicemail on my walk to the parking lot and there was a message from Dubai, saying "I was sitting here thinking about you, wondering what you're up to, what you're thinking about, what you're reading, what crazy new theories you're concocting. Miss you and love you." That was the gist of it anyway. It made a good day that much better.
Yesterday I got an email, from the same pal in Dubai, saying "could you tell me anything on 19th century childbirth?" I knew just a bit, but working where I do it's a simple matter for me to find out quite a bit more about 19th century childbirth. Ladies, be glad you're not giving birth in the 19th century.
Today I went to lunch and checked my voicemail. I had a message from a friend who lives in London. But he was calling from rural Illinois. I think. He was letting me know that he's headed my way in a couple of days. His plan is to rent a car but he knows that might prove tricky because "he's just as dodgy as he ever was." That one made me start laughing out loud. I may have startled a herd of sorority sisters. If the rental car falls through, he'll jump on a bus and be here a day later. Have to make sure the new pad is ready. I get interesting messages but occasionally I get even more interesting visitors.
