It’s the beginning of my second month at this new job. There are a few things that are unexpectedly wonderful about working downtown. Hot croissants. I would not normally find this wandering the streets of my neighborhood, but downtown it is easily found. There’s a fabulous bakery called Bon Bom or is it Bom Bon...not sure, but it’s on Washington between Wells and LaSalle. If you stop by around 9:30 in the morning, the croissants are just coming out of the oven and are warm and buttery. I love them. I am eating two today. I don’t care about the calories. I expect my computer to read my finger scan as “too buttery” instead of the usual “too fast” or “too short”. Why can’t life be customizable?
The duck eggs were gone today. I wonder which predator got them.
I am slowly adjusting to my little square of space, known as a cubicle, but for the purposes of my life is referred to as my habitat. I believe habitat implies that I might have a running trail or exercise wheel. Something that has space and freedom. Habitat. If I could somehow remove the overhead lights, I would actually be really okay in this space.
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