I am not responding to your comment via another comment bc I saw how it could start looking like a really convoluted means of texting. I don’t want you to feel like you have to check your phone all the time on my account.

So, I’m conflicted. Of course I want you to know I care about Charles III (is he the 3rd?). And of course I want to communicate with you if you’re otherwise unable to be with your family due to being stuck in an emergency room all afternoon. On the other hand, we had a plan with a purpose. Even though that purpose has perhaps been frustrated by exigent circumstances, I wish to always be respectful.

Sigh. I’m just going to not worry about it. Whatever will be will be?

I look forward to talking to you. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t wished for a text from you saying you just had to. But there’s no way in hell I’m texting you. Even though my phone wants me to. Every time I go to look for an app or something it asks me if I want to send a message to Charles Washburn.

Why yes, I say. I do wish to send Mr. Washburn a message, I say. Cue that Stones song. No. Not the one about the Wild Horses. The one about how you can’t always get what you want.

And I don’t take it personally that the text doesn’t arrive from you. It’s funny what I end up being sensitive about and what I process more rationally. I haven’t yet learned the secret to that. I’ll tell you about it when I do, though.