In the course of the day at work I usually walk up and down the hall several times through another department. A few weeks ago I teased someone in that department about having the same cup of coffee in the evening as they had in the morning.
I had no idea what this would induce, but about once a week since then when I come in to work there is a cup of Starbucks sitting on my desk. It seems I've acquired my own coffee benefactor. I think this may be the closest thing to a single woman's supper hero (thanks Hazel Cade). I'll often get coffee in the morning, but he seems to know when I haven't and then it magically appears, with cream just the way I like it.
It's actually hard for me to just receive the coffee. I get a little jumpy when people are just nice with out expecting something in return. It's rare, so it makes one suspicious.
I will sing for the veil that never lifts/I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a life time maybe, to lift/I will sing for the rent in the veil/I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light/ I will sing for what is behind the veil—light, light and more light/This is the world and this is the work of the world. ~Mary Oliver
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Erica - call/email me. Are you free on Friday evening for a movie?
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