Chance meeting with my ex, part 2
The next day we decide, once isn't enough.
Sitting at my desk, staring at my laptop, getting no work done. This has been the theme of the day so far. My mind has been wandering off to the only place it wants to go, last night with Nancy. I have to physically snap myself out of this dream state, every few minutes or so. The other consultants I share the office with must think I have Tourette’s or something. But no matter what I try, I can’t focus. After the bath we...