August 6, 2025

I thought about leaving at 4:30.
It’s the summer, after all. Most cubicles are empty.
August clouds draw my eye from Windows to the windows.
It’s best to beat the traffic, I muse, and ponder a breezy evening and ice cream at home.

But no—I forgot. If I leave now, there won’t be time
Before Thursday’s meeting because of Thursday’s other meeting.
So I click through and make two more calls.
(Will these particular prospects produce any progress? It’s always hard to say.)