Back to Work

The eggs on my boss's windowsill have hatched into two wee pigeons. One is about twice the size of the other. Both are sort of damp-looking. They'll fly off soon and never call, never write, and what else could I expect after I missed most of their childhood?


Today's earrings: hands, typewriter keys

Bedtime reading: Talking From 9 to 5, Deborah Tannen, Ph.D.