In the past calling home from on the road meant listening to one of the girls make various acks, ooohs, bahs and tee-tees. While they grunted and cooed I would try to ask questions, "Are you being a good girl? What was for lunch? Has mommy been drinking? Do you smell smoke? Cat still alive?"
These days I have actual conversations with the girls. Last night's with Allie revolved around her upcoming visit to the doctor on Tuesday. I told her that she was going to get ten shots. . . in the eye. She didn't really buy it but it did seem to creep her out a little. Glad to know I can manage that from more than a thousand miles away.
Julia and I discussed her potty training and Deb had to listen to me complain about my feet. I was up at 3:00 a.m. and worked until 6:00 p.m. I did a lot more walking than I anticipated. Worked up a couple of potential blisters. I didn't eat all day so I ordered meat from room service. Lots of meat. My intestines were (are) packed with lamb, cow and pig. I slept like a man with his intestines packed with lamb, cow and pig.
Today it's back to work. I plan to take a cab rather than walk. But first I'm going to hang around my hotel room a little in the hopes I can get rid of some of this barnyard inside of me.