ugh

Head colds apparently lead to lounging around in bed, mainlining NCIS and Criminal Minds and coughing my head off. I think I told J at one point that I wished Gibbs was my dad. And I giggled. And then I snuggled him and said, or your dad, or my boss, or just around to give me hugs. Or kisses to the temple.

Here is something I wrote to be a sequel to The Hours Have Changed, centered around Victoria, that will probably never ever be finished:

( It’s pouring. )