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[I'm posting this just because I wrote it and I want it up here. It's no longer a current emotion, but it was genuine when I wrote it, so I include it in this, my chronicle.]

I'm upset with myself because of something I did on Friday at storytime. Someone called for one of my guests, who had stepped out for another soiree for an hour or so. The gentleman on the phone has apparently been going through a dark patch and my guest was quite concerned for him, yet he would or could not leave a number. I should have simply told my friend about the call when she returned, but, impulsively, I didn't because I didn't want her to beat herself up for missing it. Obviously, not telling her was extremely disrespectful and I'm very concerned that she will be (righteously) pissed off. I meant to call her today, but I got distracted by work, and now it's too late to call. Must try and make amends tomorrow.

Update: happily, my friend is not upset, as she appreciates the good intent behind my impulse and isn't terribly bothered by my ethical lapse and implied disrespect. Yay! Apology accepted, problem solved.P