Somebody called us late last night. I remember hearing the phone ring in my dream and then suddenly being aware that I wasn’t dreaming, and that it was definitely ringing. So I leapt to my feet – scaring the crap out of the cat – and rushed to the office, banging into walls and knocking stuff off shelves (I didn’t think to grab my glasses)… only to miss the call. They didn’t leave a message. Middle of the night calls always make me think somebody has died. I rang my Mom right away but she said it wasn’t her, and there are only so many members of my family who know how to dial internationally. DID YOU CALL ME? IDENTIFY YOURSELF.