Megan's got that thing that happens sometimes. That tightened energy, that disappearance behind the wall of irritability and anger that looks like contempt. I guess I'm kind of attuned to when that comes up, because it's so much like her mom. She might be OK, she might not be. There may be a flood coming, there may be a drought. She may come downstairs and want to watch Louie CK like nothing is out of the ordinary, or I may not see her til tomorrow after work. You can't fix it with a dose of cheer. You can't force the contact. You have to be patient. You have to know when it's time to intrude a little bit too, though. That much at least I've learned. (2016)