I parked for the last time today in the parking spot under the building. Before getting into the car, I stood back and took a photo of our car in our spot with our company sign on the wall.
The maintenance guy of the company stood back and announced: “I think I’m going to take your slot.” He walked up to our sign, ran his finger over the depressed letters, and said, yeah, this’ll do.
He walked away and I slipped into the car. I sat there and surprisingly, started crying. Oh, I thought, I’m having feelings. I let myself cry a bit, sent a text to my kids and then, like that, was better.
We’ve had a lot of experiences in this building. Time to move on, but appreciate all that’s happened here.
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Tomorrow I’m flying to Chicago. So of course I think, I’ll try pot, for the first time, in edible form!
There’s actually a logic to it all. I was talking with a nephew about opioids and pot. We agreeed