No, not Gods voice or the little voices in my head. I called my man for the first time today since he went to Africa. I felt weird calling him at first because I never know what he is involved with and if I would be calling at a bad time. But I was really missing him and took a chance just to hear his voice. So I called and it rang about five times and I was beginning to hang up when I heard a click and his voice came on the line. Knowing it was me calling him, the first words out his mouth we're "I've missed you, so glad you rang." Once I realized it was a not a bad time to call and he was happy I called, I was able to settle myself down and enjoy the conversation with him.
He said he's doing well, but he's knackered and could really drink a pint. He said there is a little eight year old boy they named Wafer who he treated and now follows him around all day. I told him about my upcoming trip to the states and about some things that are going on in Dublin. It was a good phone call even though it was short. I could have talked to him for hours and after hanging up the phone, I missed him as much as before I called him. But at least I heard his voice, heard his laugh, and we shared a moment of our day together.
Time for me to start packing and get ready for the plane flight to the states.