Sunday, Oct. 28, 2018
Wow. What a crazy past few weeks and months. My writings are not only long overdue, but apparently also good for my TBI recovery. So I guess that’s a good place to start. We ran off to Mexico to rescue Moseley’s son and for our trouble had our SUV hit by a missile. Apparently it was my turn to win the “Worst Injury” award with Traumatic Brain Injury. Luckily I don’t remember much of it, other than being really disoriented and knowing Kensi was hovering. (I definitely know that feeling.) Again, I have to count myself lucky, especially knowing we lost Hidoko. She was one cool chic and a good addition to our team – RIP.
As for our team, Moseley’s choices have us all in dangerous crosshairs, so it’s still tough to know if we should trust her. Is she sacrificing us to cover her own actions? And yet again Hetty is MIA. I’m beginning to think we should tether her to her desk, but everyone knows she would Houdini her way out of it. So right now we’re “bossless”. It’s nice being able to make our own decisions, but unsettling knowing we don’t have cover for such decisions.
It was a tough week, again working to protect Tiffany; hopefully this time she’s permanently safe and free. (Now let’s hope Whiting doesn’t call in a questionable favor of me.) If only I could feel safe and free. Yeh, that fairytale can never come true while my Princess is in danger. On one hand life would be so much calmer going back to my lawyerly days, but as Kensi reminded me I still got shot at today. And if I left the team, I wouldn’t have had Kensi & Sam to save my bacon – again. So the prime issue remains: How do we start a family when we’re both constantly in mortal danger?
Gotta go, as “The Moms” are again blowing up our phones about wedding things. On a positive note, I Googled info about mango and apparently it pairs well with chocolate, so maybe we’re finally done with the tastings (much to Kensi’s dismay).