I’m running late. And I have no excuse. It’s Emma’s day off and we chatted a little over English muffins and coffee but that’s really to blame. I woke up late. And everything has been running slowly.
You’d think a Time-Traveler could be more on top of her schedule, right?
We got back from Virginia late yesterday afternoon. Yesterday morning, the older versions of us took us to Norfolk and showed us around before we boarded the plane back to Kennedy.
On the plane, Emma told me about her talk with old Emma. I suppose I haven’t thought about not having a mom to check in with. I’ve probably not mentioned it, but I do keep in touch with my folks. They are in Scranton. My dad teaches high school physics and chemistry and my mom teaches high school math—usually algebra II and precal.
Hearing how much it meant to Emma to have old Emma to call and talk to got me thinking about my parents. I need to call more often. And, I think I want them to meet at least Kent, Emma, and Merritt. This time-shifting stuff seems to be putting us together more and more closely. The cohorts from 1880 and 1984 seem to have figured that out already.
We still don’t feel confident about why this is happening. Or why it happened. Or what is going to happen. But, in Virginia, we learned that some guy name Paul Charm is supposed to show up Saturday and give us a lot of information.
Meanwhile… I need to go back in time an hour and start getting ready for work sooner. I wish it worked like that.
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