February 14, 2016
I may have been mixing up my days. And time. I'm on U.S. Eastern time one day and the next it would be Pacific time, some days I'm on Guam time, but never really on local time, no. I miss the simplicity of breakfast at 6 a.m., lunch at noon, snacks at 4 p.m., dinner by 6 p.m. Familiar faces would be at the table and it would be a good time. Why didn't we know then that the good times would end, or did we somehow know, and yet we also took it for granted.