And we’re back.
As I write this, 23 days after my Freshman was deposited on campus and installed in his dorm, his communication to us can be summed up as follows:
Total number of words telephoned, text-messaged, or e-mailed: 0
Total number of numerals e-mailed: 4 (i.e. “2635”) *
* And only in response to the following maternal e-mail inquiry: “What’s the number of your PO Box so I can mail you the CD that came after you left?”
Perhaps you think I am exaggerating. I am not. Our understanding (repeated at the official sidewalk leave-taking ceremony) with our kids has always been, “No news is good news.” Besides, I have a feeling I’ll be hearing from him shortly. Judging from his anemic checking account balance (A cyber-snoop? Who, me?), I should be on the receiving end of those three magic words (“Please send money”) really, really soon.