Have you ever needed to be somewhere that you just couldn't possibly be? I'm not talking about a meeting that you can't make or something messed up where you've double- or triple- billed yourself.
A situation that I promised I wouldn't talk about has popped up 2052.3 miles from my new house. I got The Phone Call on my way home from revisiting the 1980's for my thursday night fish and chips. I was told to check my voicemail because someone else had left me a message. Someone who is 2052.3 miles away from me tonight, in a sterile room, waiting for high noon to roll around tomorrow.
What can I do? Nothing. I could fly there, but I couldn't be there before noon tomorrow. 16 hours notice overnight just isn't enough time to get from Portland to podunk. If I caught a 6am flight on Friday, I could maybe be there by 10pm, adjusting for time zone differences.
After several hour long phone calls (thank goodness for voice over IP…) it is decided that I should wait here in Portland. Wait until tomorrow around 5pm Portland time. Be near the phone so I can get The Call.
So I wait. Like everyone else, I sit up late because I can't sleep. I wait and wonder, hoping that everything goes well. Knowing that the sherriff(s) of this particular OK Corral are there to patch things together. Hoping and praying that they do a good job.
