Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
September 30, 2005
Like Molasses
It's a slow morning here. There was no real traffic to speak of this morning, so I was easily at my desk checking e-mail at 9 a.m. instead of waiting in the usual traffic back-up at 495 and 290. The only problem is that there's an odd shortage of e-mails. I usually have over a hundred e-mails to sort through when I arrive in the morning, but today there were only a handful, half of which were junk that was missed by the filter. Amy is also out this morning, so it makes our usually quiet Friday even more quiet. It's actually a bit unnerving. Hopefully she'll be in later to stir things up.
Posted by criminal at September 30, 2005 10:18 AM