Thinking of home

I scored a personal musical trifecta during the past 12 hours.

Last night I remembered that I had packed my Sopranos CD, so I listened to an assortment of tunes from my favorite TV show. This morning my bus driver was playing the greatest hits of Creedence Clearwater Revival, one of my favorite all-time bands. When I arrived at San Sicario the loudspeakers were blaring “Dream On”? and “Walk This Way”? by Aerosmith, another of my faves.

I seem to be on a roll. What will happen next? Will I find an In-and-Out Burger at San Sicario? Will the Godfather be on TV tonight? Will I finally get to see an American win a gold medal here?

I think today is Monday. If so, that means I have seven more days to see my first U.S. gold. All the days blend together here. It’s the start of another work week back home. It’s day 11 of the Olympics here — there are no work weeks or weekends.

But I do know this — one week from today I’ll be heading home.

And when I get home on the 27th, my daughter, Erika, will be nine months and one week old. I can’t wait to tell her all about my trip, including her Daddy getting to play the new Olympic sport of Dodge the Snowplow.

But most of all I can’t wait to tell her how much I love her.

Happy nine-month birthday, Erika!