Snippet of a Conversation with my Mother

Susanne: "My yoga teacher always says..."

Me: "You do not have a yoga teacher!"

Susanne: "Yes I do! I take yoga classes now."

Me: "Oh really? I'm sorry, I didn't know. How long have you been doing that?"

Susanne: "Well I just had my first class on Friday..."

It's hard being high-strung

We got new phones at work a few months ago. At first, every time someone called me I would hit the ceiling. I soon found the volume control button and that helped a bit. But there was still something jolting and abrupt about that ringer.

I thought I would get used to it, and I did. About two months later my reaction had toned down a bit and I only leapt from my chair about once a week.

And then I went on a work trip and was away from my special phone for about two weeks. Added to the fact that the novelty of the ringer is back, but also - since I was out of the office for a couple of weeks, everybody and their brother is trying to get a hold of me now that I've returned.

So the moral of the story: if you need me, I'll be clinging to the ceiling right above my desk chair.