2025-04-03 “Trying To Smile” by Hannah (born 2002)

Yes, I am sitting on the table. No, I am not dressed for work; no I am not going. Yes, I am smiling in the picture. No, I don’t actually feel happy.

So, Emma told everyone yesterday that The Agency has risen from the shadows again to inform us (Emma, Merritt, Kent, and me) that most of our consciousness will be needed this weekend. Starting at some point on Friday evening. Just like that. After weeks and weeks of nothing.

Our best guess is that we’re doing something related to the Underground Railroad somewhere near Memphis somewhere around 1960. We’re supposed to read up on it between now and then.

I am frustrated by this whole situation with Time Traveling. The merged memories are invasive at least. The infringements on our schedules are inconvenient.

It’s not like we had big plans, really. We’d more or less decided we’d all go to one of Shay’s projects and help with renovations to the home of a needed family. That’s off the table, now. 

So, last night, I looked at my emails and decided I could bang out some replies from here in the kitchen today and tomorrow. Sort of decompressing before… the BIG EVENT of the weekend which will look like 4 people (Emma, Merritt, Kent, and me) sitting around with 2 people (Anika and David) taking notes and asking questions.

I guess there will be snacks, so… I suppose that warrants a little smile, at least.

And, with that, I’ll bring this post to an end.