Breaking All the Rules

Though I like to think of myself as a free and easy person, the truth is that I have a lot of rules. 

For example, "no talking on the phone at night".  There's nothing inherently wrong with talking on the phone at night, of course, but I would much rather connect in person than on the phone.  And by the evening, I have usually expended my energy for the day already.  So all I'm good for is holding a book in front of my face.  Or looking at the computer for way too many hours on end.  Which is another topic for another time. 

At any rate, last night a long time and long lost friend got ahold of me at around 9:30 pm.  I made an exception to my rule for her.  And then, then, after that, before I knew it, when we finally said good-bye, it was 1: 20 am and my rule was blown to all kinds of tiny smithereens. 

Lesson: talk to long lost friends, in the evening or otherwise, more often than once in four months.  Two birds with one stone effect: long lost friends will be found, and rules will be obeyed.