The Talking Head

The talking head waltzed into our bedroom last night. I never thought I'd like the phone with video thing, but Daisy at college has changed that. Skype puts her, or at least her head, wherever her sister Birdie is willing to transport her, via laptop. Last night's appearance was especially welcome as the Daisy at home always stopped in to talk over her day before saying "Good night." With Daisy's Skype eyes watching, we swiveled the laptop so she could see a cat and dog snoozing at our feet. She wasn't able to rouse them as she sounds nothing like the refrigerator. And then we spun our Daisy back to us and talked as if she were sprawled across the bed. Nearly 25 minutes passed. No crisis was solved, no deep secret revealed, just little tidbits of news and nothingness that ended with "Good Night."