Back at the other building, back in the day when I had my office, back when I had more cabinetry than a furniture outlet, I would commute almost every day. I always had several sets of clothes with a couple pairs of shoes stashed in one or another cubby at work.
Now, I sit all out in the open, have exactly one itsy-bitsy little filing cabinet, and find myself vapor locked, unable to commute before working out all of the new logistics. I think I am experiencing a mental disorder
