Dear Diary,

It’s been over a month since my last entry.

I am writing to you from the floor of my cube. I have just woken up with printed presentations all around me and a little drool on the side of my face. I don’t know how it happened, but the presentations are done. Released to the presenters for the event that starts next week. I look around at my team who somehow made it through this year’s perfect storm of roadblocks. Some are staring, unblinking, at their bright white computer screens yelling incoherently at parallels. I should probably go tell them that it’s ok. They can stand down now. That the avalanche of last minute fires is over.

Later that day…

I just walked to get coffee from the kitchen which is made of floor to ceiling windows on 3 sides. Diary, when did leaves happen? Suddenly it’s all green and glorious outside.

Outside. I forget what fresh air smells like. I should probably check that out later.