a tiny bell rings and I smile
Pavlov-ian slave
to the google chat box
at the chance my darling wife
would like to talk –
escaping the doldrums of daily drudgery
I delve into non-work related conversation
as we discuss dinner options
and what to do about the old dying dog
expression of love
sprinkle the text
as we consider vacations
and when to speak with a broker about buying a home
again…
Then it happens
like a hurricane destroying a small Polynesian village
the boss comes in
and I must close my little green box
and get back to work --