Cora POV
The food did the trick; although I am positive it tasted good, I barely tasted it, hot, and it filled the need.
Gunner was in the shower, and I could hear him singing softly; he has a good voice to my ears. I could listen to him all day long, deep baritone, that made my insides warm.
My laptop has a lot of emails, mostly from the town hall meeting, congratulating me on sharing a lot of information that will help them vote for a better park, and some asking if I had time to come and give a talk at their meeting. One school asked me to come and talk to their seniors about a study they were doing. I'm not sure how I can be of benefit to them, and I'm not sure I can fit it in at the moment. My life has been busier than it's ever been, and I'm struggling to fit everything in a day.
