That's the number of days in the interim between when I last spoke with Audrey on New Year's Day and when she finally broke down and called me on 1/22 (while I was at work) and left this chestnut in my voicemail, "It's your mother. I didn't know if you were still away on vacation." CLICK.
I broke down and called her the next day, as the first week since I've been back from our trip has been so taxing, it's as if I never went away at all.
Apparently the fact that I'm sick and potentially hypoglycemic trumps any other bullshit she could have thrown at me.
The conversation was short, and predictable. And so far now it's been almost a week after, so give it 1-2 more days and it'll be time for another identical call.
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