Dear Binda,

You once slept until noon. You called in a panic, thinking you had missed something. You didn’t have kids then, otherwise they would have woken you up.

So it was up to me to tell you that nothing happened. I just woke up and stretched, pissed, exercised, showered, read a Mary Higgins Clark novel and thought about doing laundry and then thought about later that evening, about where we were going and what we would wear.

That’s all you missed. You said it was a lot you missed. I liked that. And that you said you’d missed me.

Now it’s my turn to sleep in late and I’m calling you now to find out the latest updates. Tell me everything.