So I came to work this morning in the silver-chain rain, and smiled all the way here. Portland is a beautiful city, especially wet and gleaming in the early morning light.
So I came to work this morning, and one of our more recently hired agents -- a nice young family man -- came in to the office about half an hour early. I was already there, since I avoid traffic and make use of the internet by getting to the office a couple of hours before nine. He came in and asked if he should slide the pushbar holder back, thus unlocking the front door. I said, "No -- still got half an hour!" He looked blank for a few moments, and then asked, "You're here, but the office isn't open?" As though I and the office are ONE.
So I came to work this morning, and spent at least half an hour fiddling with the hinges on the cupboard door in the kitchen. It's some kind of fancy-schmancy hinge that has two sets of screws to adjust to make it exactly right, and if you merely tighten both of them, the door won't even come close to closing. Which is all well and good, except that they also suddenly give way and come loose and need to be fiddled with and experimented with, and loosened and tightened and moved a fraction hither and yon. I was tempted to merely remove it, like the momentary fad in kitchens a few years back. But you will be glad to know that I didn't. I stood patiently on the little stool, and opened and closed and wiggled and fiddled and twisted and shoved and tightened and loosened until I was finally able to close the cupboard door. It's a tight fit, but too bad.
So I came to work this morning, and made a pot of coffee, of which I am now enjoying a delicious and fragrant cup. It is very tasty.