The McCormick woman had been and gone.

Marcus had spent a good deal of time hiding under her desk. The child appeard to be feeling better, though he was still shaken.

KRO, on the other hand, was a mess.

Despite her concerns-- the last thing KRO needed to hear right now was Calvin going off on a tear against Shawn McCormick and her ( Read more... )

Life, lately, has been full of interesting events. Calvin never thought she'd be waiting to meet her son's fiancee for lunch and discussion of what she would be wearing and doing at the wedding.

Then again, given who she considers her son, perhaps it's less her part that's surprising than his.

Calvin dialed Karr and Alyson's home phone number-- she'd sent off her RSVP to the wedding, but wanted to double check with the bride to make sure of her responsibilities as mother of the groom, if she had any. Or should wear something specific. Or do something.

She'd never actually attended a wedding before.

Calvin was in her office, pretending to work on budget reports-- eventually, she'll just send them to someone further down the line than she is.

She looks rather tired.

Calvin finds herself in the lounge at KI headquarters, reading.

Karr ( Read more... )

Dr Calvin wasn't in her office.

Instead, thanks to a visit to the opthamologist and a set of new bifocals-- blended line, difficult to tell they were bifocal lenses-- she was working on a stubborn piece of coding in one of the downstairs lounges, laptop set up on a folding TV tray.

KRO ( Read more... )

[Placeholder Entry for Christmas with Karr and Alyson]

I believe I will be joining you for Christmas Day, if it's not too late to make up my mind.