
Memory Lane: A Morning with My Own Midnight Snacks
The morning sun was doing that thing where it just peeks through the blinds like it’s trying to get my attention but also really doesn’t care if I’m awake yet. I blinked at it for a solid minute before my brain even started to process that I was supposed to be checking memory shelves this early. It’s not like I wanted to wake up at six AM, but apparently, Jordan’s idea of “let’s get the fleet running smoothly” means I have to do it on a Sunday. The irony is so thick you could cut it with a butter knife — or maybe a blade from one of my many failed restarts. ...








