Well, damn.
The day has gotten away from me, again.
I've spent what little energy I had this morning battling injustice elsewhere.
Today, I go home to see Rhys. I haven't seen him since Sunday last, other than on the computer. We video chat each morning, a thing I will greatly miss at Burning Man.
He tells me about his busy day, and explains the various procedures involved in his different toy kits.
This morning, with a play stethoscope, he was checking Rachel's heartbeat.
I could nearly hear it, too.
A single beat also includes the pause before the next electrical signal, which then completes the cycle with yet another thumping in the chest.
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