I get back from lunch and check my messages. For the first time all day, I hear the voice-mail voice telling me I have a new message. This could be it.

My heart races, my stomache twists and my legs buckle. I cannot breathe. I have that same feeling you get when you reach the top of the first hill on a roller coaster and you look down to see the sharp,sheer drop followed by a couple harrowing barrel-rolls, corkscrew turns and one huge loop-de-loop.

It's a message from a friend calling to ask a question. My heart slows down, my stomache untwists itself and I let out a breathe.

D'oh.

I'm still waiting.