The local dive bar I just became a regular at has a ‘for sale’ sign on its front door.

Returning from a four-day weekend and already ready for the week to be over.

Practicing my golf swing mid-conversation.

Bought a lumbar support for my chair. PGP.

Accidentally put salt instead of sugar in my coffee this morning. PGP.

Setting private daily meetings on my work calendar at 3 pm to play HQ in the bathroom. PGP.

Getting an email from your boss on Friday evening that begins with “Do this first thing when you get in on Monday.” PGP.

My job makes me change my password every two weeks. PGP.

My boss signs his emails “Smiles.” PGP.