Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Daddy, can you get me that towel up high?”
Me, handing her the towel: “Here you go.”
LMT: “Thanks. Now you can go do whatever you want.”
Me: “Thank you…?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Daddy, can you get me that towel up high?”
Me, handing her the towel: “Here you go.”
LMT: “Thanks. Now you can go do whatever you want.”
Me: “Thank you…?”
Good news: I figured out how to make fried rice that tastes like takeout!
Bad news: I can’t stop eating it.
Thank you, Mr. Spock, for a lifetime of inspiring us all to new geeky heights, in dreams of outer space and within ourselves. It was a life well lived and the world is a little darker without you.
Godspeed, Leonard Nimoy. Godspeed.