2.19.09
When I received an e-mail — only two lines long — from Sean last night, it was all I needed to make me happy. I knew he was all right and doing fine. Freakishly busy, but fine.
I must have some kind of syndrome whereby when I don’t hear from someone in a while, I always assume that the worst has befallen him or her. Calamity scenarios run through my head like freight trains. It’s awful. You should hear some of the gruesome tales I’ve concocted in my mind. Instead of allowing silence to be just silence — or, more accurately, acknowledging that keeping in touch with me is simply not the individual’s highest priority in life — I take it to a new, irrational level. I’m working on that — and on getting more sleep, but that’s a different story.
So Sean has allayed my fears — for now. All is well.
Oh, and you know what? I just read the latest issue of the Parent Program e-newsletter (if you’re not on the list, sign up today at parent.wisc.edu), and I saw that registration for summer school starts on March 30, and registration for the fall semester begins on April 5. It’s like nine degrees or something today — how can we be thinking about the summer and next fall already?! Holy cow!