Last night, The Man and I were chatting in bed. He was setting his alarm and telling me about his class tomorrow that has proven to be a breaking point for a lot of probies in the academy. It’s apparently the first day where the physical demands are comparatively extreme.
When my sisters and I were little, my mother’s brother was the coolest uncle in all the land. Though it was years before I was born, when I think of him, I can still hear my eldest sister’s voice from a home video from the late 70s repeating “Uncle Freddie! Uncle Freddie!” nonstop. And to me, that’s how we all felt about him. We always wanted his attention, and he oftentimes gave it without a second thought.