Mike is on day 12 of his 25 business trip to India. And he's not doing well.
I can hear it in his voice. See it in his demeanor on Skype. Each day he is less enthusiastic. The trip is wearing on him and the stress is taking it's toll. He's tired. Stressed. Grumpy. And probably a little depressed.
My heart aches that I can't comfort him. He's a bazillion miles away (OK, I know that's a slight exaggeration) and our limited communications tools are just not helping.
What he needs is to come home. And to find a new job. But unfortunately, neither is happening in the immediate future.
For now, all I can do is worry. And pray.