Evie's moving. To LA.

I don't...

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that. I knew this day would come. I guess
I always just thought I'd have more time to get used to the idea of having to let her go. Raising her has defined my life for so many years, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now that my little girl's all grown up.

Evie called. She has something important to tell me and she didn't want to do it over the phone so we're meeting at Marché at 7. She's not eloping and she's not pregnant, so I don't know what else it could be. But it's something big, I could hear it in her voice.

Whatever it is, I don't think I'm going to like it.

Evie's show is tonight. I know she wants me to be there - and believe me, I wish I could be - but I can't cancel the budget meeting. I hate feeling like I've let her down.

 Dear god, I just hired a Goblin custodian.

To be paid in garbage and a fake pink slip.

I need a vacation.

My daughter keeps telling me I should get one of these things. I've told her that a Chief of Staff doesn't have time for this 'blogging' stuff, and yet, here I am.