Roo-teen

I am back to my regular routine, or roo-teen as my sister and I like to joke. This week has flown by. I remember saying that I had ten days off to sleep a bit later. Where did those ten days fly to? I don't remember sleeping late or doing anything that I had planned. I went away for a few days and the other ones just melted into oblivion. Here I am, getting back in the car and driving to Brooklyn to see my father. That part of the routine is the best part.