It is mother's birthday, a logical time to finally open her email.
I move to my desk, but find I must force myself to sit, to activate my console, to page to the archived emails.
Incoming. Vulcan, Shi'Kahr. Grayson, Amanda. My hand falters and I lean back.
"Maybe…try watching just one, baby."
I glance at Nyota, already dressed for sleep, and swallow. Perhaps that would be logical.
I breathe out and open an e-vid to mother smiling cheerfully, the room behind her filled with Vulcan's ruddy light.
Just a quick hi to catch you up on the news around here…