June 11, 9:15 A.M.
Hey, Andy. Are you okay? I can’t help but worry. I’d call Lawrence or Summer or someone to check, but I don’t know their last names. I don’t even know if those are their first names. Uhhh . . . it’s like . . . seven there, I guess? I’m going to have some more coffee and call again at eight thirty. Eight thirty your time. I have to figure out the time zone, I’m not really sure where it changes again . . . or where I am exactly. Doesn’t matter. Just please be okay. I love you.