The office is so quiet my typing is probably echoing across the cubicles.
The roads were dead this morning, I like it that way.
See I think either everyone should just wait until I get to work or I should, you know, just not work.
So I’m here, in my cubicle staring at the computer. Lots of emails with lots of work in them. I suppose I should do some.
I will, once this coffee sets in :coffee:
I hope I’m not the only one stuck at work today, misery loves company.