Baby monitors are even worse (and more expensive) than 2-way radios which we've tried and don't work because they pick up the neighbors' frequencies and are also likely to wake me up in the middle of the night with a burst of unnecessary static.

Tom has a whistle. Which works.

Having to listen and interpret sounds is nothing new...

I didn't kill him tonight at The Press Room. And I probably won't. But sometimes it's REAL tempting. (I did yell at him, though, in front of God and everybody. I apologized.)

I guess sometimes I just need to remind him and everybody else that I'm NOT a saint.

It's okay now, but I really need a couple aspirin, a gin and tonic, and a little peace.

Maybe we can blame it on the weather...

Linn