one of us needs to break the pattern

We call each other every day utilizing this wasted time for mediocre recycled conversations. Neither of us do anything new or interesting. And yet we call and rehash recycled blah blah blah, blah blah blah. A habit that does nothing for me; I doubt it does much for her I can finish her sentences. Same old, same old. A familiar ditch where we seem to be stuck. One of us needs to break the pattern. She is calling now. Will it be me? Not today. I pick up the phone.