“Janice’s email has quit working,” Charlie told me of his wife as he stood at my door a moment ago. “She’s driving me crazy and told me to come get you. I am so sorry to bother you.”
Charlie could see from the couch and quiet house that I had been taking a nap. Power napping as I like to say. I wasn’t bothered, though. I assured Charlie I would be overjoyed to help.
The fix to Janice’s email problem was a simple solution. I had it back up in just a few minutes. When I finished, Charlie was talking on his cellphone to someone about Waterford crystal so I took a seat in the den to watch TV. Soon, we were back on our way much to my relief. I had started to feel anxiety as I sat there to the very loud din of the television.
“Here’s 12 Diet Cokes,” Charlie said as we stood in his garage. “Don’t you dare tell your father, and we are going to get you something to eat.”
I grinned feverishly. It was going to be a good afternoon.
“Here,” he also said, handing me the keys to his new Audi. “You’re driving.”
My anxiety skyrocketed. Driving scares me these days with my mental illness and anxiety attacks, and this was a $40,000 brand new car. I drove fine, though. We went to Wendy’s down in the valley and got Maggie and I a hamburger – a double w/ cheese for both of us and two fries. Charlie got a vanilla Frosty. “It’s better than the chocolate,” he remarked, hungrily consuming it. I’m glad to be home, to have Diet Cokes, treat food, and for the diversion to my normal routines. Sometimes things just work out well.