We’ll do it at 8 p.m., but we don’t know which day. I’ll set aside at least an hour where I’ll mute the TV and cat, ignore texts from my parentals and the dude. Phone phobia be damned, it’ll be my Sista’s time.
We call this a Phone Date, an established time where I catch up with my Sistas. This Sista will likely elaborate on the good (new students, published articles), the bad (family woes) and the ugly. I’ll do the same.
The conversation always ends too soon. We’ll end it with promises to stay in touch.
I can’t wait.