Thursday Morning, 10:15 a.m.
My Grande Nonfat, No Whip Mocha has cooled.
I want to microwave it.
Between my office and the kitchen a large 12-step group is meeting.
There is a way around, and they are screened off for privacy.
But the kitchen end is not screened off.
And this group is Food Addicts Anonymous.
I contemplate the scone crumbs on my desk.
I decide to wait.