Memories
The day to myself was wonderful. Sometimes I forget how much I love New York. Or what silence is like without having to enforce a bubble around some people.
That said, I missed my family. Even the squabbling and noise and trouble they can be. I'm thinking though, perhaps, Sunday should become my day to myself - after we attend services once more, and Saturday should be family day...
Provided we're not working. And by working, Reed, I don't mean you holed up in the lab. Work means out of the building, saving lives.
That said, I missed my family. Even the squabbling and noise and trouble they can be. I'm thinking though, perhaps, Sunday should become my day to myself - after we attend services once more, and Saturday should be family day...
Provided we're not working. And by working, Reed, I don't mean you holed up in the lab. Work means out of the building, saving lives.