I recently had one of those "so crazy it just might work" ideas, and I was at a meeting very, very late last night talking about it. When I got home, the entire house was asleep, but my dogs (who must believe that I'm never going to come back every time I walk out the front door) ran laps around the living room when I walked though it on my way to my office.
"Hey, quiet," I said, dropping to one knee and scratching their heads. "You're going to wake up your mom and I'm going to get in trouble because of it!"
The two of them ran out toward the kitchen, and met me in my office with gifts: Riley brought me her knotted chew rope, and Ferris brought me her poorly-named indestructible chew ring.
"Yes, that's quite a collection of toys you have," I said.
They thumped their tails on the floor, and looked expectantly between their toys and me.
"Sorry girls," I said, "it's too late. We'll have to play in the morning."
Riley dove down with her little dog butt up in the air and whipped her rope around like crazy.
Oh, right. "blah blah girls blah blah PLAY blah." I thought.
I may have engaged in a little tug of war with both of them, before I sat down to copy my notes into my computer and ponder if this idea is so crazy it might work, or is so crazy, it's just crazy.
It took me a long time to unwind and quiet my brain, but I eventually made it into bed without waking up my lovely wife and ending up on the wrong end of The Wrath Of Anne. I slept peacefully and dreamlessly until Riley decided it was time I got up (about an hour before I would have chosen to get out of bed, but there are worse things to see first thing in the morning than the unconditional love of your dog who just wants you to hurry up and get out of bed so I can walk around the house with you!)
I dragged myself to the kitchen and kissed my wife on the top of her head. Both our dogs came in behind me.
"How'd your meeting go?" She said.
I told her about it.
"That sounds cool," she said.
"It's so crazy, it just might work," I said. "Are you going to finish your coffee?"
I pointed to her half-filled mug, which had a picture of me on it.
"I'm finished," she said. "Go ahead."
"Thanks. Riley decided that I needed to get up earlier than I did, so I need coffee."
"Well, that means I get to see you before I go to work!" She kneeled down and scruffed Riley's little face. "Thanks, Riley!"
She picked up her keys and purse. "I love you. I'll be home this afternoon."
"Okay," I said. "I found out when I got home last night that I have an audition at five, so I may not be here."
I told her.
"I hear that's a cool show," she said.
"I have also heard that," I said. I sipped my coffee. "I think I can nail it, too." I told her why.
"Break your legs," she said. "I have to go."
We kissed each other goodbye and I watched through the window until I couldn't see her any more.
While I made myself breakfast, the phone rang. Caller ID said it was my son Ryan.
We talked for a minute while I washed quinoa and sliced bananas. When I hung up the phone, I said to Twitter, "Nothing is as good as the unexpected, "Hey, I just wanted to say hi and I love you" phone calls from my son. I really miss him."
While my breakfast cooked, I got an idea and dialed the phone.
A second later it connected.
"Hey dad," I said. "I just wanted to say hi, and I love you."