SINK OR SWIM
When I left home this morning the sun was coming up, shining through the morning haze, and the air was crisp and clear. At 4:30 p.m., still at work, the view out my window could have fooled me into thinking it was 10:30 at night. It’s dark out, and lights are on. The company flags are snapping briskly in a row. It could be bedtime for all I know, if I went by my senses, and not by the clock. The weekend was full* of good food, good meals, cooked by other people. Friday night we ate out at a...