It’s inching closer to that time of year when darkness saturates the sky as you’re exiting the office around 6:30 p.m. Summer is over. It’s fall. And before you know it, winter solstice. You’re exhausted. You’re in a rush. Hurry, get the kids to soccer practice or gymnastics. You’re spent — today was a rough day, you champion of the cubicle. In the meantime, you’re not sure what happened with the Bengals. You can’t navigate 20 stories on the site; there’s no time to read everything.
This is my day. Everyday. Pulling out of the office on Thursday, it occurred to me.