Entrances on Cue

Zach surprised me on Friday night with a text message that said:

See you in about 12 hours . . . mwa ha ha ha. ;-)

(That last bit is the phonetic equivalent of a mischievous evil laugh.)

I was not expecting to see him until Thanksgiving Day, so it was a tremendous lift to know that he was on his way home almost a week early.

When I went to bed on Friday night, he was boarding a redeye from Burbank, and I woke up to the sounds of him walking into the apartment early yesterday morning.

Those are very nice sounds.

Later on, we arranged for him to make a surprise visit to the hospital, and the looks on my parents' faces when he walked in, attired in the yellow gowns and gloves we all have to wear, were well worth the 12 hours of deception.

(Zach may be the actor in the family, but I get major style points for giving absolutely nothing away. I have what might generously be termed not a poker face, so this is a huge accomplishment. Maybe I have a future as an undercover cop. Or an investigative reporter. Hmm.)