It is a morning of disconnect. I’m feeling . . . off. My mind is elsewhere. I’m not sure where it has gone, but it’s certainly not here with me at work. I don’t want to talk to these people today- these office folks, in person or on the phone. Even the simple social pleasantries seem too much, let alone the requests for assistance. If I could spend the next eight hours alone and in silence, I think I wouldn’t mind being here. Not as much, anyway.
I’ll be at Perk tonight, but if this peculiar mood doesn’t lift, I may be rather more observe-y than participate-y.