As some of you know, I had a friend pass away this month. I took to my couch and read, which is typical of me with grief. We all grieve in different ways. I always shut the door and lower the shades. It‘s also the month that my great nephew Josh died in a tragic accident three years ago, at the tender age of eighteen. So, March. Not my favorite month.
On Friday, I finally came out of my slump and sent out some emails. I also learned my next romantic suspense titled Ring Me Later, will release on April 8, 2015. I had to knuckle down and do some work setting up future promotions. My heart wasn’t in it and my mind kept wandering. In the midst of replying to an email from my friend, author, Lynne Marshall, my computer froze. I worked with it for an hour or so doing a hard boot, but nothing. Every time I got back into email it froze again. Around 11pm I called Norton antivirus. The first guy played around but couldn’t fix it. He transferred me. It was now past midnight. The next guy spoke better English and was less testy. He tried. He failed. But he didn’t give up. Finally, at 1:45 a.m. the computer was up and running. Yay! I went to bed exhausted only to be awoken by tree trimmers at 7:30 a.m. On a Saturday!!!!
I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, drank a few cups of coffee and went to the gym to work out. I felt strange. Disoriented, shaky, my chest cramped. I left the gym and came home to crash on the couch convinced I was having a heart attack (I think it was supercharged caffiene with not much food.) I was almost asleep when the phone rang. I have a new land line and it has a computerized announcement that says: Call from, plays weird music, repeats three times. The voice is female and she sounds either high, or lacking from sleep. Kind of like me. She says each word very slowly. An example would be: Call from Rob-eee-na Grant, music, call from Rob-eee-na Grant, music. Sometimes it just says the phone number, or unknown, or the city the call is placed from. I like it, because if I’m working, or on the other side of the house, I know if it’s important enough to hurry to pick up. If I’m watching TV and it says: Call from Baker, Ca, prounced C-Aye. I know not to pick up, because they call three times a day. What is with that?
Anyway, this call was: Call from, Jees-us Christ, music, call from Jees-us Christ, music, etc., I jumped up, figuring I’d misheard and wandered out to look at the caller ID. Sure enough that’s exactly what it said. See I don’t make these things up. 🙂 He lives in Iowa, in case you wondered. I covered the phone number so you wouldn’t be tempted. 😉 I did not call back. I wasn’t certain if he was calling for sinners, saints, or souls, but either way, I’m on his list. Just sayin’.
And you know what? My chest discomfort immediately improved. So Jesus, or Heysoos, if you’re looking for me, I’ve gone shopping.
How is your March shaping up?