It went to the message, which tells people that if they know my cell phone number, they should use that.
Then my cell phone rang. "Better get up," I said.
It was the woman who partners with me to go to jail, playing piano and running services for inmates there (one high security "tower", one low security "dorm") on Saturdays. I could instantly tell she was going to say she was sick...she sounded awful. "So I hope it's not troubling you to call and cancel just before going," she croaked.
It was a weird mix of emotions then. I jumped right back into bed, which was nice. But was I disappointed that we weren't going in for the services?
Yeah, maybe a little. I like to stay consistent for them.
On the other hand, last week a woman in the services started pumping the pianist for information about me. "What does he do? How old is he? Is he married?" I found out this after she walked past me at the end of the service to go back to the dorm, and she said "I love you".
Giving her a chance to cool her jets might not be a bad thing.