A Simple Text

I am still in an allergy fog with no desire to write or no interesting ideas coming to surface in the pool of mush that was once my brain.

But driving around today I saw a glimmer of the bitter and cutting writer I once was as I broke the law and read a text from my friend Therese while driving to the outlets.

The text read: "I am worried about you. I saw on the news that a mom was arrested for leaving her daugther and son alone in a hotel room. Are you okay?" I laughed and laughed. And not a polite courtesy laugh, or a rolling my eyes laugh, but a good hearty from the gut laugh. The kind that releases endorphins and just makes you feel better. Makes you feel alive.

A few illegal texts later Therese and I agreed that she should have known it wasn't me because if I ever decided to leave Norm, I would not be staying in a Motel in Morgan Hill. Had the reporter covering the story been standing in front of the Four Seasons in Palo Alto, then she might have had cause to be alarmed. Or at the very least gotten in the car to come join me.

While I have only known Therese for a short portion of my life, our understandings of the inner workings of each other's minds goes back several lifetimes. She is one of the few people who could, in a simple text, get me to laugh out loud on a day when I didn't even feel like getting out of bed.