Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite that late, but 11 p.m. is late in this woman's world.
Mr. Farmer was winding down watching the local news as my head was already hitting the pillow. I was starting to doze off when I heard the phone go off. I didn't hear it ring, for it was on an entirely different level of the house - but the vibration from wherever it sat was loud enough to wake me up. Looking at the clock, 11:08 p.m., who is calling at this late hour?
Sure enough, it was…