Today she didn’t feel like really working. But the good news was that she had a full day of meetings ahead of her. These apparently counted as work – even when they were unproductive nonsense. She just had to train herself to be still and quiet during them. Kind of like napping with her eyes open.
She had a few precious minutes alone to think and write – but anything pithy she had to say left her brain when she stepped in the dog’s daily pile of vomit.
My social circle gets smaller and smaller every day. Soon it will be me and the dog. And I’m sort of ambivalent about the dog.
It was quite possibly at least half true that she shopped online so that her personal email inbox wouldn’t look depressingly void. Spam was becoming her new friend.