I had the most horrific evening. Lisa didn’t come home from work at her usual time. We had plans to meet Dad for the weeky trip to Delorenzo’s. He told me to leave the Donna villa at 6:00. Lisa wasn’t home. I waited until 6:15, she still wasn’t home. I wasn’t overly worried. On the dining room table I left a note that said “We’re at Delorenzo’s, please join us. Call me because I am worried since you didn’t get home at your usual time.” She never called and I was unable to call her because her cell phone is kaput and before I left the Donnavilla, I moronically had all calls forwarded to my cell. I was sick with worry all evening long. I kept thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened to her. Instead of going back to my parent’s house, I had them drive me to the Donnavilla so I could check and see if her car was there. We pulled up and her car was there. I ran into the house and she was up in the loft watching TV. The note I left was crinkled into a little ball on the dining room table. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I forgot”

It was silly on my part. I should have known she was fine. It just seems that on the news all I see, hear and read are reports on people getting murdered or molested or raped. When I didn’t hear from her, I just kept imagining the worst. Silly Donna. Silly silly silly.