Looking Up

Natasha came into my bedroom on Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to meet a friend for breakfast. We started talking about the heat outside and the A/C inside and then Natasha looked up and saw something crawling across the ceiling. She thought it a spider, but it wasn’t, and never mind about that. Ziva was laying on the bed, per standard, and Natasha said to her… “Why aren’t you looking up?” The admonishment continued… “You should be lookingRead more