Happiness. It's relative.
Every morning this week has been a test of my ability to find the narrow passageway between two indecisive people that will lead me to the coffee, then to the creamer, then to the cereal or waffle or yogurt or whatever else the free… Continue Reading “More Coffee?”
Every morning this week has been a test of my ability to find the narrow passageway between two indecisive people that will lead me to the coffee, then to the creamer, then to the cereal or waffle or yogurt or whatever else the free… Continue Reading “More Coffee?”
In every meeting, the boxes she drew got smaller, tighter, lines into boxes, triangles, subdivisions, tiny cubes stacked too high to last or matter, the paper filled up with no place to go. _____________________ #50 in a series of 100 in 100!
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