In ashes of despair

Funny you should ask that. I was fifteen, once, enough years ago that I wince when I calculate back that far. Two-thirds of a lifetime ago, I was fifteen. Age fourteen was my perfect year. That was the year I was editor of the school newspaper, I was in accelerated math and English courses, was…

I can’t seem to shake this thing, whatever it is. I barely made it through the morning, and when my doctor’s office called to say they needed some bloodwork on me to day, I used it as an excuse to take the rest of the day off, even though I had plenty of time to…

My office smells like daffodils. That helps, a little bit. We got snow last night, lots of last-day-of-winter snow. It was still falling when I left for work this morning in big, fat splat-flakes that looked artificial. Perhaps it’s the late date of this snowfall, or maybe everybody is just tired and ready to give…

My favorite radio station is doing a “top 885” song countdown. I’m not entirely sure what number they’re down to now, but they started this morning and won’t end until Friday sometime. They just played In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. The long version. Simon and Garfunkle’s “Homeward Bound” has just started. It’s a very surrealistic blast from the past…

These aren’t going nearly as quickly as I’d like. I’m ending up going through everyone’s diary to remind myself of their interests and stories, so I can ask appropriate questions. I’ve only finished three sets of questions so far, for the first three people who asked. I’ll continue writing up questions for people in the…

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