Mike is enjoying the icyness between my lab partner and me. I guess he was worried that Edward’s valiant rescue would swoon me. He seems to be glad that it had quite the opposite effect. I don’t want to be the damsel in distress being rescued by a handsome prince. I’m so used to taking care of myself that Charlie’s small displays of parenting I suppose is the correct word, are overwhelming. Speaking of parents, being the awful liar that I am, Renée has called a few times to check on me. I guess my e-mails weren’t all that convincing. I told her it was just the weather that had me down but she knew there was something else. She didn’t press the subject any further, saying that if I needed anything I could call her. She’s such a happy spirit. I hate to cause her any worry. It’s a good thing Charlie will be off fishing this weekend. I don’t feel like putting a happy face on for him.