Yes, I am still at the office at 8:23 PM. For the third time this week. With more yet to come. Grrrrr.

Anyhow, the big air-conditioning unit that’s mounted above my cubicle just shut down for the night. While the silence is a blessed change from the constant white noise, there’s also something deeply sad about it. The suddenly unmoving air seems to somehow absorb the sensation of life and activity that usually permeates the old cube farm, and it starts to feel like we’re nearing the inevitable end. Like when the Titanic‘s lights went out just before everything really went to hell.

Or maybe it’s just sad that I’m here late enough to witness the energy-saving protocols going into effect. As I said earlier, grrrr.