"Are you up?"
"Why wouldn’t she be? It’s 11:25 in the morning! Oh wait, its 11:25 AM where I am standing in Lubero, DRC. That means it’s 2:25 am in Colorado. Oh well, my text will likely go unanswered for a few hours.
“I am” comes back quickly. I wonder why, but assume it has something to do with one of our small children that generally precludes her from a restful nights sleep.
I then further intrude on her early morning and select the button to call. The whole process amazes me. I am standing in the corner of a small poorly lit exam room in a hospital built by the Belgians in 1925 in a remote village in the Virunga Mountains of eastern Congo and I have no trouble reaching my wife, a dentist, who is lying in bed in the middle of the night in Colorado. In a place with no running water and only rare electricity - generally by solar or generator - I have excellent cell service.
“Hey, I am seeing a 7 year old male with a broken and abscessed tooth. Do you think I should pull it?”