Cold day, temperatures below zero, the air carries a warped breath as the skin leathers to the exposure. I get to work on time. That’s 2. Just kidding. Still its a sad number compared to the days I have worked here. I have a meeting I am leading, and this is my momentum. Sounds like me, the hired stapler, stapling my own pages to this place. Sounds like me, I can wake up when there is a deadline. Not that on-time shouldn’t be the deadline, I‘m talking about deadlines with a purpose, with a project and motivation. I’m talking about coming in to something to do.