Void is Form

It is two minutes past noon and I am still alone in the office.  One colleague has called out sick, another has called in late due to fevery children.  The third doesn't bother with excuses anymore, as he never appears until he's been to the gym and had lunch.  My boss's Google Calendar says she'll be at something called "Moving Forward" until 3:00.  I don't mean for this to sound as whiny as it's coming out (there's a little self-righteous resentment yes, but just a little).  It's more of a lonely thing.  Ella Fitzgerald can't be helping... I'd never really listened to 'They Can't Take That Away' before.  And only 27 hours ago I was standing over the Snake River near Shoshone Falls, in the parking lot of a Michael's craft store, watching base jumpers leap from the Perrine Bridge.  My daughter is at the perfect age for everything and she squealed as each chute opened.