Since 1989 when a wonderful neighbor of ours moved out of state, she and I have talked every Sunday at ten o’clock unless one of us is away.  (Yup, for 35 years!)

We have shared our kids’ issues from college choices to mate choices.  We have attended each other’s children’s weddings.  And now, we share our grandchildren’s college adventures.

My friend is seven years younger than I, and as sharp as a tack.  So, when I saw her name on an incoming call last Saturday, my first thought was that something was amiss.

Turns out that nothing was wrong.  She just thought it was Sunday.

Made my day!