April 10, 2000
Dearest Jane,
I just realized, in about a week, I turn 70 years old. My, time flies when you are having fun. I must say, I look quite good for someone my age. Alright. I could not help but to make fun of myself. Allow me my little quirks. Still, time is weighing upon me. I suppose I really should have Kayley MacTavish died a quiet anonymous death - not that anyone would notice. I have no living immediate family. The rest of the family is too distant to care.
Also, in this day and age of computers and identification cards, it is important for me to remember to be careful, cover my tracks and to make sure all of my ducks are in line - especially where my identity is concerned. Kayley Allard is 25 on May 1st. Jonathon saw to that bit of my history and I thank him for it. I will not have to truly worry about the identification game for another couple of decades.
I do not know what to feel about my birthday these days. Perhaps I should celebrate an Embrace Day instead. Somehow, it does not have the same feel. Perhaps, acknowledging my birthday is nothing more than a particular way to mark the passage of time. And yet, I remember the small birthday surprises you always used to leave for me... and I, for you. That was what made my birthday special. Maybe... I should mention to Booker it is my birthday soon and my birthday wish is to see you again. Probably an unwise move... but now that I have thought of it, I know, eventually, I will ask it of him. We shall see what his response is.
In the meantime, I continue to work on my various projects and experiments, visit with Frank, continue my training sessions with Booker and Zacharie, enjoy my garden and generally just go about my business. Could it be that I have actually settled into a routine?
Parish the thought! This simply will not do. I must do something new immediately.
Love,
Kayley
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