Sometimes, I've just got to say No to the big fat tease that is Skype. I find myself arranging my days around our Skype conversations, sometimes rushing home between clients to 'see' my husband on my computer as his sits at his desk in Belgiium. Those days, when the conversation is crammed between other appointments, I place too much weight on the conversation. I want something to happen, a special feeling or magical moment. It's not realistic and puts too much pressure on our conversation. So today, I didn't rush home for the hour I had between clients. I worked out instead. I felt calmer, less addicted to chasing a feeling that Skype rarely allows with it's delayed sound and Picasso distortions of our faces. I missed him, of course, but I miss him sometimes worse when I talk to him. Tomorrow, we'll resume again -- and I can barely wait!