Riker got her hair cut in preparation for he return to school next Monday. At least I'm hoping it's Monday, I haven't actually checked. Perhaps I should do that.
But even if she's going back to school three days late, she'll be doing to it with a spanking new bob. Yes, a bob. It's after putting years on her. She looks about twelve, the poor girl.
And Data, Data came into the bedroom this morning and talked in sentences of many participles about the past present and future location of her plastic Dora figurine. She ran through a gamut of emotions. Rage, expectation, irritation and joy were all covered. And stunningly, every single word was comprehensible.
They grow up so fast.
But I still had to get up and sort out breakfast. And neither of them went off to well paid jobs thereby enabling me to relax and enjoy my dotage.
Not fucking fast enough, then.
What are they doing in heaven today?
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