It’s a Sunday night, Fathers Day, and I am alone in a hotel room in the West India Quay district of London, thinking about my family. I miss my wife and kids, but it’s just a few more days before I can think about heading home.
Today I did some site seeing, going down to the Tower of London… and I chose to avoid the thirty pound ticket for the grand tour. I’ll find some documentary or pick up a book about the Tower and its history. There’s plenty when you consider that the thing is a thousand years old.
I’m teaching with Chris the next few days. We did a delivery in Kansas City together, and I am looking forward to this opportunity to work with him again. Our styles are a little bit different – I called it “The Professor and the Game Show host”. Chris is more cerebral in his deliveries than I am.
This is the part of a blog post where I start to wonder how close I am getting to two hundred words. I wrote quite a bit yesterday, and I do have some things to keep me busy, I don’t necessarily write about every little thing running through my squirrel brain.
Maybe it’s just the right time to call it a night and prep for beddy bye.
Peace y’all.
