It was one of those days...the ones I always tell you about. High stress, too many meetings. You know a Tuesday.... I know I always talk about it after the fact. But, today I really wish you were here. I'd send you a quick text...something that seems almost meaningless. Let's take a break... why don't you meet me at the bar. I need a snack, half an hour just to get back on track. You know there isn't a bar....you know that I mean the mechanical room in the basement. Someplace quiet to get out some frustrations before getting back to work for another 3 hours. We are so good at hiding it....the… 阅读更多内容
