You may have noted in my Thursday posting that I had marked 7:30 this morning for some sort of event but couldn't remember what it was.

My clock radio went off this morning at 7, which is my usual wake-up, a leisurely perusal of National Public Radio news as I return to consciousness. And I lazed in bed, enjoying Weekend Edition Sunday -- until the phone rang.

Ak! So there was something at 7:30 a.m. -- not to mention that a half-hour of lolling about was less than productive! I grabbed the phone and was told I'd be on the air shortly, so I managed to sound coherent and was enormously relieved to hear an on-air apology that the host wanted to wrap up a couple of phonecalls before getting to me. Huzzah!

I staggered downstairs to grab my wireless handset -- only to knock the unit on the floor (disconnecting the power cord, as I found out later; all I could determine at the time was that the cordless handset didn't work), so I ended up grabbing the wall phone, rounding up a chair to settle onto, and throwing a couple of reference books nearby in case they were needed. Then I was on the air, and it was (as ever) delightful, with topics ranging from slabbing to what you'll find in antique malls to rolled spines to the website.

And next time I arrange to go on the air for an interview, I'll either write more informative notes to myself or beg the arranger to give me a reminder call a couple of days before. Still: much fun.