Phone blog ...

It's late. And I'm trying, for the first time, to blog from my phone. 

The tiny screen seems impossibly small as it glows in the otherwise dark room. 

My 9 year old breaths rhythmically beside me, unruffled by the backlit screen or the annoying automated click of each key tap.

I have checked on The Bookends, locked doors, & checked the dog's dishes. 

Its time for bed ... but it's hard to fall asleep with Mr Johnson somewhere over the Atlantic, hurtling through timezones with his extremely efficiently packed carry on, preparing to stumble off a plane at what feels like 2am (cst), but what will actually be morning in Europe.