I had the shift last night at 2am. Waiiit a minute. There's not supposed to be a shift at 2! Keep forgetting. Why was I up then? Well, as much as I would like to say I was making a noble sacrifice for my recovering wife, it was all my fault. See I have a personal restraint problem when it comes to eating and drinking with good friends. Especially good Mexican food, which is deceptively filling; I tend to eat past when I should have stopped. And alas I no longer possess the iron stomach I once had. So. No sleep for me. Stomach ache til 2. Oy.
But perhaps you came here to find out about Becca, hmmm? Well that's why I was diverting you. Nothing new to report. She went in to work in Boston today for a special treat. Fact is she really misses connecting with her colleagues working at home, so even if it takes a lot out of her it's good to get in there now and then. And she even made it through rehearsal tonight too.
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