Morning coffee, 8.17.17

The duck has transformed. It’s consumed the entire cubicle wall. It’s become sentient.

Morning coffee, 8.15.17

Today is Monday, isn’t it? Wait. No. That’s not right.

WItP // Musings on irrecollections.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that word, irrecollections.

Morning coffee, 8.10.17

There’s something on my desk, and I didn’t put it there.

Morning coffee, 8.9.17

They’re onto me.

Morning coffee, 8.1.17.

I’m finally working in a position that encourages me to think creatively, so it behooves me to take fifteen minutes every morning warm up my brain.