And Just a Bit More...
John was only a little late, coming home at about a quarter
to seven. He ate dinner, went through the mail, and we talked
a while. He read his book in bed (he's reading another of the
Kate Sedley books I'd brought home from the library). I think
he dozed off a bit as he looked startled when the fire department's
training siren went off. It always goes off at 7:30 p.m. on Thursdays
to call the volunteers in for their weekly training and as the firehouse
is only a couple of blocks away, it's loud. Of course, the town is
so small that everyone is only about a couple of blocks away from it.
You'd think after living in town for three years I'd get used to it, but
no. It surprises me every week. John took a long shower and then
came into the kitchen at about nine to have his apple pie
and ice cream and a cup of coffee.
At 9:30 p.m. I was sitting up in bed watching the History Channel and
John had just turned out his light and was getting ready to go
to sleep when the phone rang. He told me not to bother answering
it as it was probably Jessica, Gavin's girlfriend, and he'd pick it up.
Gavin must have thought it was her too because he did answer it but
it wasn't Jessica--it was one of John's supervisors.
Gavin knocked on our bedroom door and John took the call. They
wanted him to go back to work. He said he would. I fixed
him some coffee as he dressed and he told me not to bother
to fix him anything to bring to eat as he wouldn't have time
anyway. He said he didn't want to turn down nine hours pay for
four hours work although today was payday which means he'll
have to wait two weeks to see any of it.
They'll have to send him home by 2 a.m. because they can't
make him work more than 16 hours in any 24 hour period but
I'm worried about him. I know he's exhausted. I've asked
the boys to please fix themselves cereal for breakfast
tomorrow before school so I can stay up and wait for him
to get home safely.