Day Two

…Day Two
28 July 2007

Sorry, Sweetheart. I checked my watch at 0107 and with what seemed like the blink of an eye it was 0430. Then 0530. 0700. 0900. And finally, 1130. Too sore to move, I just exist again. My chatty cot isn’t even up for anything as I stare at the towel suspended from the tent’s frame.
But now it’s 1530 and I’m going crazy. I’m going to the JNN site. I know it’s late, but I have to make the call. I was too pampered at Spiecher with it’s commercial phones and stable internet. I can’t go this long without your voice! Talk to you soon, Sweetness!
Ah your voice has exceptional healing powers! From the first word, I feel as though I am suddenly being submerged in an exotic bath that takes all my fatigue, all of my soreness away. I feel refreshed as I remember the smell of your skin. I am invigorated by the memories of your loving embrace. I want to laugh and cry, live and die, all at the same time. With no sense of time, space, or, for that matter, vocabulary, I sit with the phone against my head, grinning like an idiot. Needless to say, our conversation is brief. I hope there will be a chance for a longer one soon.
At dinner I am able to keep enough wits about me to put a light coat of butter and a drizzle of honey on my think slice of fresh baked, oaty heaven. Although, that’s all I can remember eating. I know there was more to that meal, but none of it matters.
After dinner I exist for a while and try to get some sleep, but it just ain’t happenin’. It is now 2300. I’ve gotta be up and moving in less than seven hours. Better make the best of it. Chow opens up at 2330 so I hit that up and had another fantastic bread, butter, and honey experience. Again, that’s all that matters.
Now it’s time to try for that good call to the Squirrel. The background noise is intense once again, but it all fades away when my baby’s voice rings through that phone. Like a choir of angels singing just for me; bringing peace and joy to every part of my being. A hot chill spreads through my veins. A violent calm overtakes my nerves. My toes tap. Fingers twitch. Heart soars, and then breaks with the fall of the handset back into it’s cradle. Until next time, my love.
Finally sleep comes at around 0200 and before I know it…