I called Woodland Terrace on my way home from work tonight. I thought it was probably too late to talk to mom, but I might be able to at least talk to one of the nurses to get an update.

After about ten rings a woman answered the phone, “Woodland Terrace. May I help you?”

I said, “Yes, I’m calling for the West wing.”

She said, “This is the West wing,” so I said, “Oh. Great! Can I talk to Dawn? Nurse Dawn?”

She said, “Let me find her. Hold on,” and put me on hold.

After about twenty seconds she returned to the line. I could barely hear her because of some loud screeching in the background. She said, “I’m sorry, sir, but our fire alarm is going off so she’s going to have to call you back.”

I said, “Oooookay,” and assumed she was going to ask for my name and / or number — or at least ask who I was — but she just said, “Thanks,” and hung up.