Morning happened to fade into reminiscing. (It's the trouble with having to write papers--on a computer that can do so much more than write papers).
My paper-writing decline began with the reveal of an email. One that was, at the time, maybe not living up to its obvious powers of entertainment. It is a beautiful example of the adorable and hilarious straightforwardness of my mother as well as being a window into pretty much every day of my life.
Thank you, Desmon (whoever you are). Thank you IIT Public Safety. Thank you, Mom. I apologize for losing two more phones since this one. It does not mean I do not appreciate all of your roles in this rescue mission.