Dearest Rachel –
I don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been a very long time since I stayed at the ‘office’ past five o’clock. And yet, here I am. It’s one of those things I’m free to do, now that I’m not afraid that Daniel needs to be relieved from keeping an eye on Chompers.
On the other hand, it’s not like I was working overtime. As I mentioned in my last letter, Daniel was already awake when I arrived in the family room, and while we didn’t have breakfast together (as he wasn’t hungry yet), I did stay with him and ate breakfast within sight of him. It’s not the same as sharing a table, but sometimes it seems like the best I can expect out of our relationship at the moment.
Anyway, between breakfast and all that, I didn’t make it to the ‘office’ until after ten, so it wasn’t exactly a full eight hour workday.
And while I did have a lot of actual work to keep myself busy with, as it’s early in the month, and I need to work on closing the books for both the church and camp for September, I don’t need to go into that much detail with you, as it’s fairly routine and (to the non-accountant) boring information. It’s part of why we never really talked much about how my day at work went – that, and my conflicts with Mohinder that I would rather not discuss, either.
I also didn’t get everything accomplished that I meant to; it wasn’t till I was halfway home but I realized I had meant to get in touch with Erin, to give her my folks’ phone number. I also have been remembering that I need to schedule (or rather, reschedule) an appointment with the mechanics for your car at the most inopportune times – and, correspondingly, forgetting to contact them when the opportunity would present itself.
One thing I do need to mention at this point as a phone call I received from Two Feathers down in Macomb. It would seem that she’s had a mini stroke of her own, perhaps brought on by too much stress. She expressed frustration at not being able to do what she needs to do for her family. I reminded her that if she didn’t take care of yourself, she wouldn’t be there at all for her family, which would make things worse. In any event, I promised to pray for her; considering the fact that she prays so often for Daniel and me, it’s only fair.
Now, all I need to do is remember to do so; guess I’ll have to add it to the whiteboard next to our bathroom.
It’s weird to think that things might be getting a little more boring for the next couple of days, as we won’t need to be going out as much – or if we do, it’s mostly the same places that we go every week, and there’s not much more to add about that. I’d made some moves toward looking into a snap vacation over the holiday whose name I no longer know – due to the explorer that supposedly located land in the Western Hemisphere being persona non grata, and I don’t know what the correct term for the day is anymore – but that fell through when I realized that just because Awana is canceled, doesn’t mean that Grief Share is. So, as it turns out, I’m not at as much liberty as I thought I was.
At least I’m able to put in a little more time at the ‘office.’
Talk to you later, honey. My love goes with you.