There’s always something to howl about.

I’m Sick Inside Because Lani’s Sick

Lani Anglin drives me nuts. She texts, twitters, lauds shiny objects on the internet, and mostly, reminds me that I’m middle-aged and she’s not. Every time she posts about how Gen Y demands business to be done, I wake up in the middle of the night with the anxious feeling that I may be turning into a dinosaur.

Her husband, Benn Rosales used to be a public relations professional. Amidst my PR challenges, I turned to Benn for some practical advice. After all, I’m trying to find my way in uncharted territory. I hammered Benn’s cell phone yesterday. I was driving up the 805, last night, and tried him one last time, before it got too late in Austin; I wasn’t prepared for what I heard.

We’re in the hospital. Lani’s got vertigo.”

Vertigo? What the hell is that?

I called Benn this morning to check on Lani’s condition and he communicated her condition completely. She’s at home, hopefully recovering from what be a fleeting incident. She might be dealing with something more permanent.

Benn, the consummate professional, asked “What’s up?”

“Um, uh…nothing. Just checking on Lani’s condition”

BS, man. You got a big announcement today, right? Give me the advance notice so I can post some good news; Lani’ll be pumped

That’s exactly what Benn did.

This is what I hate about Web 2.0; you get to really know people without meeting them. Bad things happen to good people and it sucks when those good people are one of your own.

Today was a great day but I feel like crap. Get well, Lani.