It's 6:44pm, and Jeff calls. I answer, "Hi, sunshine!" He replies, "I'm not driving and calling."
I giggle. I can hear the road noise in the background. I ask, "Are you calling and driving?"
"I've had the worst day in recorded history," he tells me, "and I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice before I wrap up this crap show."
"Yay!" I tell him, instinctively going for the cheer since it's been a good day for me, anyway, and so I've got that much to offer. I don't mention I've been holding dinner for forty-four minutes. I say, "I love you, and you're the best ever."