The problem solving part of my brain seems to be clouded with precipitation in the form of sinus waste as my throat pounds to get out of the basement the glands have put him in.
Seems I have upgraded my isolation tactics. Instead of the afore mentioned headphones of isolation, which lay broken behind the tower under my desk, I have a new solution. Iphone in pocket headphones in deep... portable isolation. I can walk by anyone in the office and not even pause to say hello (exception to Tara because I never want to miss a word.)
I know isolation isn't the answer but I think everyone needs a break, and if you disagree, come sit at my desk for a day.
Weekend banter anyone? Let's just say regardless of illness... I had a great weekend! It's been a while since I said that and meant it. Your party was great, the friends memorable and the Duran Duran duet unforgettable.
As I finished the last gulp of orange juice and final haul of my cancer stick, diamonds fell from a still screen, blanketing a sleeping Toronto skyline.
Garbage bags filled with room temperature dips and red plastic party cups sit waiting in the corner of your galley kitchen holding expired laughter and celebration.
Looking forward to the next smile, time for myself in the boardroom of isolation (more to come) and a warm bed.
Out of my league.
Song of the Day - "Slow Show" The National
