“I talked to your mom earlier this week, so I know all about your fabulous vacation!”
“It was fabulous indeed! Hot. But so fun. How about you? What have you been up to this past week?”
“Oh, not much. A few little errands here and there. What time did you get back from your trip?”
“Super late Sunday night. About 12:30.”
“No, the evening.”
*pause* “Oh, so it was still light out.”
“No, no. It was after midnight.”
*pause* “What’s the weather like there now?”
“Everyone here thinks it’s so hot, but compared to the heat and humidity of North Carolina, this is easy breezy.”
*pause* “It’s quite nice here now too. We had a lovely sunset the other night with the mountains in the background and such.”
“I love sunsets! Did you take a picture?”
“Not this time. Did you take many pictures on your vacation?”
“Just on my phone.”
“If there’s one you really like, I’d love a copy of it.”
“I’m not entirely sure how to get the pictures off my phone…”
“You take it to a place and they can get the pictures made for you.”
“Look at you, Maga, with this current information about technology!”
She chuckled and hiccuped. “What was the weather like on vacation?”
“A minimum of 95 degrees + 100% humidity. You felt like you were melting.”
*pause* “What time did you get back from vacation?”
“Late Sunday night. Well, since it was 12:30, technically, it was Monday.”
“Oh, so very late at night.”
“Yes!” We arrived at the point much faster this time.
“And how’s your weather there?”
“So, usual summer weather?”
“You got it.” If she could see me, she would have seen me tap my nose and point in her direction. We spun off on a tangent about my job, which was unusual, but I was happy to answer her questions about what I spend my working hours doing.
*pause* “So you spend a lot of time writing and editing?” Maga said.
Being in production, I do not do those things per say, but I couldn’t help but think of all the revision opportunities I was having tonight. My retellings of the late hour I got home + the weather were on point by the time we hung up.