I am mired in the dreaded seasonal clothing switch.  Elbow deep in clothing of winter past and summer gone, with music blaring to keep me distracted enough to stay on task.  The ring of the telephone penetrates the sound wall. I dash down the hall and stairs to answer the phone, but my daughter has already picked it up.  She hands the receiver to me with a slightly confused look on her face.  I take it and say ‘hello?’… I hear my eldest son’s voice over the line, with the echo of it in the house, asking me to bring him a towel because there are none in the bathroom.  I hang up the phone and, after I stop laughing, I help him out of his delema.  I am not sure what happened to bellowing requests, but the call from the bathroom was certainly more entertaining.