Skyping with an Irish Wolfhound

Today I prepped for a big conference tomorrow in Brisbane.  It was the usual stuff, preparing my speaker’s notes, putting my talk onto a thumbdrive, and figuring out what time I need to leave the house to get to the conference in time.

While I put together my talk,, I was pleased to accept a skype call from my favorite dog, Otis:

We have three dogs, but only Otis will actually participate in a skype call.  The other two dogs could care less.  But Otis comes in and hangs around.

Other news around here…my uncle got out of the hospital night before last.  After more than two weeks in there, he’s exhausted.  It was very disappointing for him to learn that he has to go back in on Monday for some tests (but only for a few hours), and then he has to go back in again in two weeks for surgery.  By the time I leave here, he’ll be back on his feet, and feeling much stronger.

The case of the missing eyebrow

I’ve been away from home for over 2 1/2 weeks now.  I keep in touch with Dave via Skype.  I always make him show me the dogs, and he always makes me show him the view out my patio window.  When we talk, it’s usually the beginning of my day, and the end of Dave’s.  I look like I just rolled out of bed (because I did), and Dave always looks tired because he’s been working all day.  Yesterday morning, Dave was worried that one of my eyebrows might have fallen off while I was sleeping.

Dave:  You look kind of messy.

Libby:  I just woke up.

Dave:  Is your eyebrow missing?  It looks like it fell off or something.

Libby:  No, it did not fall off.  My hair is messy, and it’s just hanging over my eye.

Dave:  Are you sure?  You look weird.

Libby:  Thanks.  You look weird too when you just wake up.

Dave:  Maybe you should look in the mirror or something…there’s something seriously wrong with your eyebrow.

Libby:  (sigh).  Ok, whatever.

Someone should invent a little mask that you can put over your face when you just wake up, so when you’re skyping you don’t freak people out.