earlier this morning, I made my rounds to check in with my mother downstairs as she’s marking nearly 4 years of Working from Home. Checking in to verify if we were going to do the lunchtime errands.
Then she just stared at me with some strange sympathetic. or some long face.
I think I asked if she was OK and said she didn’t have breakfast yet.
(she never has good breakfast anyways.)
I told her as a matter-of-a-fact I was going back to my bedroom and start with my work.