Chapter 15: Time for a Movement

I had to switch offices, which meant I had to dig through years worth of crap. I ended up spending hours sifting through folders I'd not viewed in as many as perhaps eight years. Faded faxes, forgotten phone numbers, scribbled "off the recond" interviews with people who have died, handwritten notes from people I wish had died... Out it went. Now I cower deep in a cavernous, fluorescent-lit room. We're likely to move again to another building next year. I guess I've had a head start.

Chapter 14.7: Air Conditioning

It's not the humidity, it's the need to combat it. Wash me in cool air and my lungs freeze, but it's more comfortable than sticking to the furniture or feeling the sweaty seams of my pants through each hair on my legs. Can't the weather just find a state of equilibrium and hold stable for a few days? Why must it change by the hour?

Chapter 14.45: Another Tricky Day

When the rain came tumbling down today, it rolled all over the grass. I wasn't quite prepared for the mudslide that ensued, and my pant legs became quite slick with chunky bits of moist ground. I slopped some of it back onto the ground, yet there could always be remnants of the earth in my jeans. So much for casual Friday.