I've decided to stop talking to Margaret. It's not that I don't like her anymore, it's just that talking is getting too hard. Besides, who needs to talk when you have a blog? Keeping a blog obligates you to make entries and I can't really make relevant entries and relevant conversation concurrently, so talking has to go.

I was helping Anne with the layout of her blog after I got home from doing an emergency case on call. Margaret tried to tell me what the plans for the evening were but my mind couldn't absorb both tasks at once. The plans involved various people going various places, but my Neaderthal brain could only interperet grunts, so nothing sank in. When Francis called for Elizabeth I was confused because I thought she was already on her way to a lesson with him. When Chris called for Danielle, I thought Margaret was already on her way to Chris' house to drop off Danielle.

So from now on, I'm only talking through my blog; that way everything will be written down. Margaret likes reading blogs. She has read Willa's Journal for years. I think we can have a pretty lively discussion that way. I'll post something like, "We need some milk." And when I get home she'll be like, "Why didn't you pick up any milk?" I'll stare at her with near incomprehension and the next day I'll post, "Because it wouldn't fit in my fanny pack."

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "What about those critical, time-sensitive conversations that have to happen immediately?" Well, that's what text messaging is for.