morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.  Continue reading morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything. Continue reading morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

morning coffee: Bill Gets a Haircut

I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.

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morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.  Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

morning coffee: The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

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morning coffee: The Rootening

The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight.  Continue reading morning coffee: The Rootening