I mentioned earlier (in the Pit) that Mr. Rilch was coming home this evening. He told me “between 4 and 6”. Well, it’s 8, and I’m on the board instead of in his arms. He was driving, not flying, but that doesn’t preclude an accident.
If something was wrong but he was okay, he would have called. Right?
I don’t know what to say…I’ve had plenty of times where someone I loved was very late, but something ordinary happened and they just couldn’t get to a phone. No matter what, though, I’m sincerely hoping for the best.
Jman
My money is on stupid traffic. He can’t pull off to call. That’s what happens to me.
I hope I hope.
I keep thinking every car I hear is his. Well, it wouldn’t be his truck; he left that here. It’s his boss’s car I’m listening for, and I don’t know the sound of its engine.
Crimeny.
I’m sorry…the best of luck to you, Rilchiam…I hope your husband returns ASAP.
His boss is driving? Well, it might be a while. When a boss wants to stop it’s hard to say no.
Too true; I should have thought of it that way. He’s just the guy to say, “I know a shortcut” or “Let’s stop here”. Thank you, drop, for putting it in some perspective.
I’m a draftsman–perspective is what I do! :rimshot:
Actually, I’m terrible at drawing in perspective (I have a computer to do it for me) but I’ve been late a time or two. Trillion.
Still no word?
No. I’m debating whether to go out for another pack of smokes.
And I’m thinking in terms of “How do I contact the CHP?” Assuming he got as far as California.
go - if your luck runs the way mine does he’ll show up while you’re gone - this does of course mean that he’s showed (shown?) up
Does he or his boss have a cell phone? I always expect the common courtesy of a call, which may be why you are so worried. I would worry also.
I’ve been paging him. No answer. I’m going out now.
Keep us posted Rilchiam, I’m sending you tons of positive vibes!!
Thanks, Sue. I’m back and he’s not. It’s ten pm. I generally go to bed at midnight to be up by 7 and at work by 8:30. That may not happen tonight.
For the last week or so, every time he talked about his return schedule, I found myself thinking, “I hope he doesn’t get killed on his way back…after so long apart…” I don’t think those count as premontions, since they weren’t anxieties, just random thoughts.
Problem is, he has the up-to-date address book with him. The only cell number I have for his boss is the old one, before he switched to Verizon. I tried his apartment, and no one was there.
I should try calling the highway patrol. But I don’t even know Ed’s license number. All I’d be able to tell them is, “A black guy and a white guy, and their IDs would say ----.” I just want to do something. I don’t want to hate myself for sitting here wringing my hands. And every time I hear footsteps on the balcony (we’re in an apartment; unit access is from a balcony) I jump up and look out the window.
I want a drink, but I may end up having to drive somewhere.
He’s here!
Yay!
My bet would be on Mr. and Mrs. Rilch getting sweaty right about now.
11:14 Rilch’s last post.
11:35 My post.
I could do it twice in that much time if I skipped the foreplay…
Rilch could probably use that smoke right now.
Mr. Rilch admiring the Italian hirsuteness of Mrs. Rilch.