Somehow I knew exactly what it meant

The Mighty Hunter hates texting. He has a Blackberry, which I hate. Dozens of tiny little buttons. Stupid scrolly button. Stupid not-a-real-browser.

I miss my iPhone. It had good-sized buttons. It had a real browser. It made sense.

Alas, the realities of paying your own cell phone bill.

What was I saying? I'm a little feverish today and have been a little out of my head and more forgetful than normal.

text from The Mighty Hunter...

Today I got a text from him. It consisted of some numbers, the word "gutter".

When he called, I knew what he wanted. I knew he was out reinspecting a claim and didn't have anything to write with or on.

I knew he wanted me to send the text back to him.

Yes, I explained to him that he could just look in his sent items. Yes, he admitted he didn't know where that was.

I explained that there were probably a few ways he could have made this note in his phone without pestering me in the middle of my fevers and unrest.

Yet, it made perfect sense that he would text me from Connecticut and ask me to help him keep up with some random information.

This is the same man who would call me from Backwoods, Alabama, to ask me a phone number.

Because I almost never forget a number.

Even when I have a fever.