This is weird. Today I cleaned out my office. Blank walls are looking at me. I still have to come in this week to tie up some loose ends, but I can come in whenever I want. It feels strange. Today was my last staff meeting.
Transitions are odd times. Things like empty walls and packed boxes are like the hinges on open doors going to new places. And sometimes they squeak.
Surfing the Inner N8 
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