Took the long-lunch. Stayed as long as I pleased. Perhaps not without feeling a piece of guilt, but definitely without showing.
Took a stroll back to the office. Exuded the sun’s warm beams while reflecting that it was almost too much*, but enjoyed my moment in the spotlight.
Back at work. Can’t focus. Fingertips’ pressing keys, but not producing an awful lot of work. All I want is listen to Håkan. All day everyday. And maybe eat an ice cream. Yes, in the sun, but that's obvious.
*Severe difference between typing too much and actually meaning it.
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