There goes another day for the history book, and what an uneventfully day it was. Well, not entirely uneventful. I called home and talked to my family for a little while. It felt so good to talk and listen to family again. My nephew of eighteen months got a hold of the phone. We had an engaging conversation before he handed the phone off to his mother and went looking for his “papa”. I find it adorable that both my niece and nephew call there grandpa “papa” and reserve “dada” for their dads.
Everyone is doing well, though I am missing out on some pretty good cake by working out of town this month. Black forest cake is fantastic but homemade is always better when it comes to my family. I think I just miss homemade meals in general at this point. The hotel room I’m in only has a small fridge and microwave, so cooking for myself is just not an option. And while I’m sure that some clever individual can prepare an excellent dinner under those circumstances, I just don’t get off the job site with the drive to even attempt it.
I’ve even started planning a meal to make when I get home. I’ll have to elaborate more on that once I’ve got the menu finalised.
I’ve got a lot of writing to do yet for a few different projects and far too much reading to get done.