I looked at my cell phone for the first time in a few days today and saw that I had a voicemail. Checking the Received list, I saw that it was one that I'd left for myself. You see, last Friday I was testing my hoolie which records phone conversations in anticipation of my interview with Megan Hickey
of The Last Town Chorus. So I call my voicemail intending to delete the message. I hit "1" to listen so I can then erase it but a funny thing happened. The message starts playing and I hear my name being said and my brain started to ponder who it was for half a second. "Ooh! A message for me! I wonder who this is from..."
Ye gods, I am getting old.