The Persistence of Memory
Entry 1 8:20 a.m. The Persistence of Memory. Dali, 1931. I am at my desk. At work. Not kidding. We are having an in-person staff meeting, or so I thought. I am the only one on the floor right now, 40 minutes early for the meeting. Checking the calendar, it says its a teams meeting, with no room attached. I was at the meeting when the interim director announced this would be an in-person meeting. He isn't the best at communicating, so if this changed, I can at least say I had a day at the office. Also, if it wasn't COVID, I could go check on Jenny, who is shortly to arrive at VM for chemotherapy. So, the in-person is now on the 29th. I remember the agreement now that I am sitting in my desk chair. This is an off-day for me. I have been scattered like my mother would get at times since last night, when Abby didn't arrive home on time from her acting gig. Her phone went straight to VM. She didn't answer my texts. She is generally very prompt at arriving home on time. Eve...