Today has had a hell of a start.
My father would have been 92 today. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss him.
Came into work with my nephew Greg, and we proceeded to spend a week on a Septa train this morning. Needless to say, I clocked in 1/2 hour late, and Greg had to get off the stop at Temple, because his time was limited.
I had an amusing chat with my seat mate on the train, as we exchanged barbs that only two women who have commuted for over 30 years can let go with.
It can only get better!**fingers crossed**