babbit stork daddy my office is a small room that is dim, and what isn't dim is artificially and too bright. a florescence spread too thin. it feels like a waiting room, but there's no one to tell me when my appointment will be. the window is open and the wind howls by with steady morning traffic. everything is low. the coffee pot is full but no one is drinking from it. tonight the sunset will sound like spanish guitar. i will work for the weekend, so that i do not have to leave the house until it is already dark, so that i can miss that orange transition, from bulb to sun. 080512 what's it to you? who go blather from