Oddly, I don't recall much of my drive home

One thing nice about driving at 1am is the lack of traffic.

I got a text message from a friend while I was at work asking if I was still up. I texted back her an hour later when I locking up and she texted back, asking if I could call on my way home.

I spoke with her the whole way home and I think her phone died at 2am while I was telling her I need to eat and shower. I would have eaten while on the phone, but it's hard talking with a burrito.

Anyways, I was thinking of texting my friend earlier in the week because I hadn't heard from her since her birthday in early March. Her daughter has had some medical things going on, and I have kooky work hours, so I hadn't gotten to it. Her daughter had surgery this past week and is home. I got hear about the blood and guts of her procedure, and I am glad I was driving because there's a reason I didn't pursue a career in medicine.

My friend did a lot of talking during the drive, but she's a good conversationalist in that she asked about me. Didn't seem like an hour went by, but it did. She probably went to bed afterward, while I was still decompressing from my fun night at work.

Talking with my friend reenforces my belief that I am very lucky to have the wonderful family that I have.

Hands are numb. Four days down, one more to go until I'm able to recover for a couple days. Hopefully I am productive around the house, I've been sluggish thus a non-existent husband and father, I'm afraid.