Keeping it Together

Ow.  I checked my mailbox on my way inside from walking the dog this morning, and our yearly Starfest postcard was waiting in there.  Just, ow.  Anyway. Greetings, world, from my very last Monday at the place I work, ever.  What a strange, strange feeling.  It is not without its certain sense of expected liberty, but…

A Week’s Miscellany

Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know.  The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick.  It was at once professional, and artsy.  We were, from what I gathered,…