The Eagle Has Landed

I got a call late last night from the Wandering Physician, and he has made it safely to downtown Dushanbe. (While I was getting into bed on Wednesday night, it was almost 7 am Thursday for him.) The connection was not so great, and he sounded like he was calling me on a tin can. Maybe he was. I think he said the hotel has a business center that may or may not have internet access. I guess it depends on what kind of business you need to do. I don't imagine you need a modem to do a little light goat bartering, but who knows?

I managed to ask him how the flights were, and I got a response that was something like: Long. Very long. There were irate vegetarians, and salmon on their plates, and people were flinging salmon, and I got salmon on my sleeve. And it was long. Apparently the Salmon Debacle made a great impression, maybe because it is Rob's favorite fish and he hates to see it go to waste. Or maybe because he had to lick it off his sleeve. I'm not sure. Just keep all that in mind the next time you need to fly Turkish Airlines.

At any rate, I may or may not be getting emails from him, depending on the fickle whims of the business center, and I'm pretty sure I won't be getting any more calls. He starts his work today, although as I am posting this, his day is done and he is probably going to bed. (It's strange to think that he is already finished with a day I am just starting. Lucky dog.)

All I have to do now is make a phoenix costume and carve some pumpkins, since our township sets a separate date for trick-or-treating and I need to be ready by tomorrow. Apparently, our township supervisors have decided the actual date of Halloween is not really feasible after decades of service. That's another story for another time, my friends.

Thanks for the prayers and well-wishes, and for all the compliments on Fiver's costume. I am thinking you may be seriously underwhelmed by The Phoenix.