I have a thought. If I can’t write right in that moment, I scratch it down. And my handwriting is atrocious, so I hope when I return to the thought, I can still read my writing.
Such was the case tonight. While going through papers I found this note. I wrote this over a month ago while still working at my old job. My co-workers and I were chatting and somehow Murder She Wrote came up. And I shared that my mom used to make roast beef for supper on Sunday nights and we would sit at tv tables and watch Murder She Wrote together.
And then we moved to Start Trek. And I shared that we used to also watch Deep Space Nine together too. Mom liked it because it had a female captain. Typical amm. 🙂