daily – 15
I’m chewing the last few bits of pretzel from the bag before I remember the Indian food waiting downstairs. But something’s not right. A 30 year old satellite is sending me a report request that needs security clearance? A bunch of almost identical requests from totally different people?
That reminds me of Madhav. His icons are the only ones left in my queue, the little planets still spinning away. The second one has an attachment.