Song of the day: Crazy - Seal

"But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy- Seal"

"Jesus!", my co-worker exclaims, as she walks into the room, out of breath and wearing big sunglasses. We then exchange greetings. Today is Tuesday. I returned from a week of vacation yesterday, yet we have not spoken to each other since the Friday before. Yesterday (Monday), when she walked in, we uttered not one word to each other; not even a brief "hello"... There were absolutely no words spoken between us at all...not even a "goodbye" at the end of the evening when we all left for home. This is OK. Others may not understand this, but we do. She needed her time and space, and so I gave it to her. We are tuned in to each other's frequencies.

"In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy?"

She plops herself down, and says "Jesus!" again. I am also seated, and so I peer at her from behind my monitor. Stonefaced, and with a raised eyebrow, I tell her, "I just know you aren't expecting to reach Him!" I go on..."Just so's ya' know: The reason why you haven't been able to reach Him, is because He's been busy with me all this time". "Sorry girl, it's first-come, first-serve up there... you realize that, don't you?" I say. "It's gonna be a while...get to the back of the line!" She bursts out laughing. We are the only two people in the room. There is an unspoken agreement between us, that we will speak to each other only when no one else is around. (Remember that Looneytoons singing frog cartoon... "Hello my baby, hello my darlin'"? )

"And then you see things, the size of which you've never known before
They'll break it someday"

Once everyone else arrives, we usually "clam" up for the rest of the night. You see, we try not to add any more conversational "fuel" to the resident Chatterboxes' "fire", for them to feed off of. And so for the next twenty minutes or so, we continue to talk about the economy, overcoming roadblocks, and about the bi-polar ones among us. I tell her that as long as they pick a pole, or at the very least, let me know which pole is dominant during any given time, I can work with the situation. "Pick a pole and stick with it!", I say. We both give each other a "high five", and double over in semi-silent, shoulder heaving guffaws.

"Only child know them things
The size of which you've never known before....someday"

With tears of laughter streaming down both our faces, she pronounces me "crazy", and we manage to pull it together before anyone else walks into the room. Soon everyone begins to file in. We each plug into our respective earphones and begin to tune in to our separate worlds. She, to her radio's evening news station; and I, to CD disc number 15 of 20...of "The Hour I First Believed", by Wally Lamb. This is one serious book. As I listen, my laughter begins to fade....

It is going to be a long night.

"But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy"