In the spirit of full disclosure, I feel like I should mention that I just utterly loath telephones. I've had so many miserable, traumatic experiences talking on phones that I have developed a cringe reaction when it rings. I always think someone is calling to tell me that someone has died, or some other horrible thing. So most of the time my ringer is off, and when I get voicemail I think "I'll have to be sure to call that person back" but I hate making calls so much, I put it off and put it off until I'm sure the person who called hates me.
Irma Bombeck once said that adolescence was the last time you're happy to hear that the phone is for you. I used to think that was nonsense, seeing as how I'm such an extrovert. But it turns out to be absolutely true for me.
And furthermore, it's going to be gray and rainy all week. Grump grump grump. Tell me something happy, maybe? Remember when I told you about the beautiful gay man saving puppies? Come on, internets. Help me out here.