Millstone

I got out of work early—summer hours.

I'll confess that I hardly know what to do with my time.

I was one of the last people to leave the office, just milling around, haphazardly organizing my books and mounds of paper. It's been about a year and still I don't have a single decorative item on my desk, a cup for my pens, a comic tacked to the walls. The box of office Christmas decorations are still stored in my cubicle. Whatever.

I've moved pretty much every year for the past 8 years, and have learned to wince at any accumulation, go quietly, and disturb as little as possible.


This post is dumb. I was never here.