3:00pm
Everyone else has gone home. The weather is finally nice. It's just me, the computer, a bunch of dirty coffee cups, recorded news, a quick glance at my farms on Facebook, an open bag of stale chips on the snack table, a trash can full of stuff that could have been recycled, a caller wanting to know where the live music shows are this weekend, a listener coming in who wants to pick up his mug, a pile of paperclips begging to be organized, a stack of mail with my name on it, and me in my casual Friday attire.
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