Today has been a little crazy. And yesterday - yesterday was more than a little crazy. So, in the vein of office workers everywhere, I’m taking some time to reflect on my day. Perhaps you could say, to rest on my laurels. Sit back and watch it all work together.

On the way to work today, everything was grey. Everything. It was like someone desaturated the world and left it that way. Noon rolled around, and maybe the sky injected a vein of blue somewhere, but I didn’t see it.

Someone’s chasing a dollar sign again, here. Next to me, they’re talking targets and totals. I’m not so concerned about those things; I figure if everyone looks at the big picture, somewhere along the way we lose the details that make things pleasant.

It’s that way with life, most days. The view from the top is almost always bleak. Bottoms up, though (have some ale, won’t you?), and things are a bit better.

Here I have bottled water, blue. A bright green marker. Carboard, light brown. Cream-coloured walls. A red stapler. Blue and grey cables snaking around my feet. There’s a garishly coloured rug under my feet that I long ago stopped noticing for the colour. A drop ceiling, too, flecked with some designer’s carefully-laid-out pattern.

Things may be a bit hectic, but wouldn’t you agree there’s a genius in the details? In the colours, even?

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