364 days

Edith is usually a fount of good cheer when she gets up, but this morning she was cranky and clingy. Then I realized she must be concerned that my contract runs out today.

I assured her that her dad and I had both re-upped for another year’s service as her parents, same terms and conditions.* It’s all arranged, and there’s to be no gap in coverage.

That seemed to make her feel better.

*Actually, we're hoping to negotiate for fewer nightshifts in the second year, but we can work that out later. It's not a dealbreaker.