Dear Cat,

Well, the house is clean, we're all dressed, and I've completely unpacked from the trip. Guess why? Because a lawyer called us and did not leave a message. This, of course, sent me into a gut-clenched tailspin of panic because I'm like that and absolutely freak out over things that I can't control and don't understand. And believe me, I absolutely do not understand why a lawyer would call us ever. To me, that's right up there with "we're sorry ma'am, there's been an accident" and "we're evacuating this area" on the signs-that-bad-things-are-coming-your-way meter.

You saw what I was like when my bag was missing for seven minutes at DI. Now imagine that panic lasting for twelve hours.

Their office didn't open until nine, so when I reluctantly regained consciousness at 7:30 this morning, I knew that I needed to keep myself busy until then. Turns out that I can get a lot done when I'm trying to keep myself from freaking out. Unfortunately, everything I needed to do was done by nine and they're still not answering the phone (though I'm still getting the answering machine which reassures me that they'll be open at nine o'clock). So now that I've burned away another three minutes on this blog post, I guess I'll find something else to work on. I might finish my entire spring-cleaning regimen if this keeps up much longer.