It's an old cliche: if the phone rings after 10:00 pm or before 7:00 am, it can't be good news. Somebody needs to tell my Dad this.
Since August 12th, I've been terrified of answering the phone. Every time it rings, I'm convinced it's going to be bad news. Yet Dad insists on calling me during that dreaded 10-7 red zone. I guess he wants to catch me when I'm not at work (and that would be the best time) but he's scaring me to death. It doesn't help that he has the habit of announcing himself with this low, forboding "Hullo...", as if he's calling to tell you somebody ran over your dog.
He just did this to me at 6:30 this morning. "Oh, no. Is Mom okay!??"
"Hunh? Yeah. She's fine. Listen, do me a favor. Can you go upstairs to your computer and look something up for me...?"