It was a shirtsleeve morning, bright and warm, no fog. A couple more days like these and the Chron will shelve its homeless articles and start another series on global warming.
At one o’clock I went downstairs to the new Subway and ordered the $2.49 daily special, a six-inch Italian on whole wheat. A couple of ladies from the office huffed in after their noon jog and ordered the full lunch. Well, they’re entitled. Vice-presidents, mothers, attractive, and blonde, they’ve got the world on a string. Actuarially…or is that actually?...they’re gonna outlive me by ten years. The weaker sex indeed.
Back to the office for a conference call with the boys from Chicago. They told me it was snowing and in the 20’s, and I looked at our placid, azure Bay and guiltily experienced a flash of pleasure at the contrast.
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