Squeak and Whistle

Toe,
It was good seeing you, man. I enjoyed just walking around and talking, but it was also cool to get a look at the place you are considering. And when are you sending me your CD, so I can cry at all the sad songs?

I've been home for a few days, taking care of my wife, who is sick with a nasty cough that has caused her to lose her voice. She's on some delightful narcotic right now that let's her sleep and keeps her from coughing and further damaging her larynx. Egad, it's weird with her here and not able to talk, although I have to say it was stranger being out of town and trying to communicate with her by phone. Most of the time we were texting, but every so often we would talk--or I would talk, and she would make strange nonverbal sounds like whistles and squeaks. It was like talking to R2D2: kind of cute, but mostly indecipherable. At least now she can write me notes on a pad.

Anyway, I'm back in the land of corn, doing business. I better get back to it.

Thanks for showing me a good time in the city, man.
Love,
E-word