"When are you due?"

I should know this, but time moves strangely here in my experience, days and weeks and months not holding the same meaning as they did at home. Maybe because I sleep more here. I fill my hours with training and teaching, spending time with Ellen, and working on ways to improve my existence here. It's easier to fit rest around that kind of schedule than it was when I was busy cleaning up Hell's Kitchen from the scum of the earth that had infected it for far too long. If I remember my time here when I return, I wonder how long it'll take until I'm tired again.