November 25

At work this morning: I was walking, rummaging and staring into the blackness of my purse, saw and exchanged greetings with a torso passing me in the hall. But from the barest outline, I knew it was Judy. Strange familiarity, no? I've been thinking about work and life, life and work. I have the kind of knowledge of my surroundings at work that allows me to easily find inter-office mailers, hand lotion, and fire alarm keys inside a 3 story building of considerable organizational complexity. I spend a lot of time here.