I sat at this same spot yesterday and just couldn't even type a word. The combination of a poor sleep, low blood sugar and a three hour time zone change had me operating just slightly above concious for pretty much the whole day. I was able to call work, make a whack of phone calls for work, and I was really good at sitting and staring.
Last evening Joe wanted to watch a DVD of a WW2 documentary and I agreed but I saw little, instead just drifting in and out of sleep while armies did battle and commentors made comment. Joe managed to just let me be though I could feel his eyes wander over to me to see if I was catching 'the good parts'.
This morning is a wee bit better, I slept well and I'm now ready for the next trip. We're heading to Nashville for the Megaconference there. I've not been to Nashville for a very long time and amd looking forward to being back.
The last time we were there we made our way downtown to what used to be the Grand Ol Opry and took a tour of the building. We were there with a family who had a boy with cerebral palsy that they carried through the building. When we were on the stage he busted into some country song and everyone stopped. His voice carried right to the back of the hall, his phrasing could have been a lot better but he got the tune right.
Everyone stopped and listened to him sing. The tour guide, annoyed, was trying to get us all to move along, but an elderly woman who I don't think was part of the boys family, took hold to the guides arm and said, "Stop, that's someone's dream we're hearing." The guard fought back a remark but stopped. For a few minutes we just listened to him sing.
Both parents had wet faces as he finished, so did most of the rest of us. Not the kid though. He grinned huge.
I'm hoping that I remember that kid when I begin my lecture there, and I want someone listening to realize that, deep inbedded in my lectures, it's my dream they're hearing.