So yesterday afternoon I was driving home from picking up Briar at Dot’s when my phone rang.It was Sean calling, presumably to check in and give me a sense of how late he’d be staying at work. The weather had taken a sort of ugly turn, the sky was dark and rain had begun to fall. I let him know where I was and asked how long he’d be working. He said he wasn’t sure, which is usually sort of code for, “It’s going to be late, but I kinda don’t want to tell you that because you’ll be bummed. And if I don’t say it, maybe I won’t work that late, because I’d really rather be home.” See how much easier it is…