Free At Last. Thank God We're Free At Last

Rest Day.

MLK- what can I say that hasn't already been said. I cannot fathom what it must have been like to be an African American in this country in the 60s. I've lived in Dallas and atlanta and have seen remnants of the old attitudes. The incredible strength to take on a system, while wrong, that was populated by people who were not going to give in to you, no matter what. On top of that, your life was always in danger. When you think of the holidays we celebrate, It's a shame that this one isn't universally treated as a holiday.

At work, I did a case and has some bad veggie sandwiches. My stomach was a little upset for the rest of the day, while I worked on my database. I picked up Thai food on the way home and had a fun evening of playing with Nik. He is at the really fun age where he can talk to you, is learning new words and really engages you in his activities. I really have to watch what I say around him now. A leaves for Boston with Nik on Friday and returns on Monday.