29 years later…

Been cleaning my office a little at a time. That armrest that’s been worn away – the keyboard where the letters on the keys have been literally worn off, the texture of my fingers having become ingrained onto the plastic. Day by day this will feel less raw & visceral.

(I did not use that same chair for 29 years of telecommuting, but it may have been that very same keyboard this whole time… and it was this office.)

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