Summary: Autumn's chilly arrival triggers a need to write home and just
ramble.
Authors Note: It's been a while since I last wrote anything for The West Wing and my mind started to wander while studying for an exam.
October 23, 2002
Dear Dad,
Today is actually a pretty slow day. Well, maybe not slow, but definitely slower than it has been lately. It's kind of strange, but I've missed writing letters to you and Mom over the last few months. I know we've talked on the phone, but writing my thoughts to you is reassuring. The moments I get to myself lately have been hard to endure. The chill in the air as autumn announces its arrival has made me depressed. I try to hide it, but it still exists.
Danny has been a real anchor lately. I know I haven't said much about him when we talk, but he's still around. He was there for me to talk to when Simon was killed. I didn't even call to see if he was in town, he just showed up at my door and said, "I'm here."
He stopped sending me flowers for a while; instead he would show up at my door with food. Most of the time we didn't talk, but I knew he was there if I needed to. Every now and then I'll find a yellow rose on my desk, just not as often as usual. Instead he sends me an email every time I'm traveling letting me know what is going on in DC. The notes are really short and ever since the season changed, he's taken to describing what one of the parks looks like.
Did you know that today is National Mole Day? It's one of the little factoids that I found out when I went into that panic mode over sitting next to a chemist at the State Dinner.
Uh-oh. Josh and Sam are heading toward me with big grins on their faces. I think it's time for another Team Toby meeting. I'll fill you in later about what's happening with Toby and the rest of the gang.
Your loving and rambling daughter,
Claudia
Authors Note: It's been a while since I last wrote anything for The West Wing and my mind started to wander while studying for an exam.
October 23, 2002
Dear Dad,
Today is actually a pretty slow day. Well, maybe not slow, but definitely slower than it has been lately. It's kind of strange, but I've missed writing letters to you and Mom over the last few months. I know we've talked on the phone, but writing my thoughts to you is reassuring. The moments I get to myself lately have been hard to endure. The chill in the air as autumn announces its arrival has made me depressed. I try to hide it, but it still exists.
Danny has been a real anchor lately. I know I haven't said much about him when we talk, but he's still around. He was there for me to talk to when Simon was killed. I didn't even call to see if he was in town, he just showed up at my door and said, "I'm here."
He stopped sending me flowers for a while; instead he would show up at my door with food. Most of the time we didn't talk, but I knew he was there if I needed to. Every now and then I'll find a yellow rose on my desk, just not as often as usual. Instead he sends me an email every time I'm traveling letting me know what is going on in DC. The notes are really short and ever since the season changed, he's taken to describing what one of the parks looks like.
Did you know that today is National Mole Day? It's one of the little factoids that I found out when I went into that panic mode over sitting next to a chemist at the State Dinner.
Uh-oh. Josh and Sam are heading toward me with big grins on their faces. I think it's time for another Team Toby meeting. I'll fill you in later about what's happening with Toby and the rest of the gang.
Your loving and rambling daughter,
Claudia