Twilight

I've been at work since 10:30 this morning; it is now nearly 8 p.m. I love seeing the sky growing dark, the lamp lights in the apartments and the hotel across the way shining. I love the reflection of me with disheveled hair in my cubicle window. I love the sight of papers with editors' marks all over them strewn all over my desk, in an order that makes sense only to me (and maybe to Sarah, who's working steadily in her cubicle in the suite next door).

Speaking of Sarah, I hope she agrees that we should grab dinner out after we leave here. The ETD right now is 8:30. We'll see if that holds.