Journal Entry 233 / 0264 "Hi," P'nyssa said as she came in the door.Journal Entry 233 / 0264 "Hi," P'nyssa said as she came in the door. "Hello yourself," I replied in our ritual fashion. "How was your day at the office?" "Tiresome." "Any problem?" I asked, rising from my chair to help her to the couch. Let's face it; according to the Tindal gestation average, she's only fifteen days away, and with twins, she waddles. She needs help rising and sitting. She can barely walk on her own, and her back aches constantly. Of course, she won't take anything for it. But that's her; her body knows what it needs. "Nobody will let me do my job!" she said. "Well... All the paperwork is done by Jean, and Rhys won't let you do any psionic investment work, not when you're as pregnant as you are. So all that's left is teaching and counseling." She smiled, a grim smile in her blue face, her yellow eyes crinkling ever so slightly. "I like teaching, really I do. And I don't mind helping students. Especially this one Centaur I have; he's got such a gift, Ken, you should see him! But I really want to be doing the rounds, talking to patients, my patients." "Look, in a month you'll be on your way to recovering your girlish figure. |