I was making a phone call to Steve, who was somewhere on his 5-day trip that took him to California and Hawaii, around 4pm my time. We spent the weekend with my parents, so I was just touching base. Keep in mind that this type of trip is a bitch. Not only does it have two red-eyes, but it also deals with multiple time zones. During these trips I don't know where Steve is or when he is sleeping.
ring, ring, ring...
"hello?" he answers with a sleepy voice.
"were you sleeping?" I ask. "Yes" he answered, still sleepy.
"ok, well just call me later when you are awake" I told him. We hung up. Crap.
I hate, hate, hate when I wake him up, especially when I call just to chat and see what he is up to.
He called back about 20 minutes. Turns out he was, in fact, sleeping in preparation for a red-eye. Double crap...sleep is important, especially for a red-eye. He was to wake up right around the time I called, so it wasn't all that bad. But, I still feel like badly when I wake him up.
Everyone loves sleep...and I just hate to be the one to disturb it.