My first day at home after getting off the boat usually goes like this.
I get up early with my wife and do what I can to assist her in getting out of the house on time for work.
I actually think I'm probably more of a hindrance than a help the first few days, bumping into her as she turns away from the refrigerator and getting in her way as she heads to the laundry room.
We're like a poorly choreographed dance troop at the first day of practice.
In a day or so, we'll be in step like a Dancing with the Stars champion.
So out the door she goes as I sit in front of Sports Center with my coffee and my to do list.
My immediate list consists of phone calls I have to make.
Call my cable company and look into that free anti-virus software I heard about.
Call my doctor and make an appointment.
Call the Coast Guard and take care of some of their paperwork.
Call the White House.
What? You never call the White House?
I was asked by ONE to give him a call to ask him to put aside some dough
to help fight two of the biggest killers of children in poor countries.
I like children and I haven't chatted with Barrack in months, so I gave him a call.
He didn't answer. He was probably repelling from a helicopter somewhere and taking out another of our "Most Wanted."
A very nice lady did answer and she politely asked me what message I had for the President.
After I left my message, she thanked me and told me to call again.
I told her I would.
Now I have to call my Cable Company.