Here’s the view from my desk. Because I’m a know-nothing photographer, you can’t get a sense of how gorgeous the view out my window is, because everything outside is bleached out while everything inside is too dark.
But trust me, it’s beautiful. All I have to do is turn my head and my eyeballs get a face-full of pretty outsideness. Alas, something long-dreaded happened today that marks the beginning of the end for my lovely, scenic vista.
Woe is me, about to lose a quarter of my lovely patch of sky to which I have unjustifiably come to feel entitled to. It is a sad, sad, sad day for me. Sniffle.
You know who I really feel bad for? Our office plants. That’s who. They’re the real losers here. Poor jade plants. Poor whatever those other plants are. Darn you Hill Tower three! Darn you, I say!
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