My day started around 3 am when D came in told me she had a bad dream. I took her back to her room and laid w/ her until she fell asleep, but you know how tough it is to sleep after you've been up for a while, so I'm a bit "knackered" as Ali would say.
On the way to school, D asked if she could call W, so we did and she left a message for her. D then asked if she could call W's mother, so I dialed them up in Indiana. "Grandma Indiana" wasn't home, but D talked to Grandpa for a few minutes, then D asked him "Do you want to talk to my Daddy?" He said yes and D handed me the phone.
Ok, I was a bit concerned w/ what he might say to me, especially considering his letter about me. To my surprise, he was very pleasant and at least faked like he was glad to talk w/ me. Who knows? Maybe he actually was glad to hear from me. In any event, our short conversation was nice and pleasant and not uncomfortable. So, that was interesting and maybe significant, or maybe not.
