Family news… My family is in Hawaii. What? Lindsay… aren’t you working this week? In D.C.? Where it has been cold and gray? Yes. Yes I am. Everyone somehow managed to take time off for this vacation, except for me. I called them yesterday at their hotel. My dad told me how they’d been at the beach all day and were planning to go to a pig roast. I tried not to feel sorry for myself. But then, the kicker. He asked, as though just curious and not at all needing the information: “So what day is it? Tuesday….? Wednesday…?”
