The Lull

It's almost 3 PM, and the Ratty is abandoned like a Japanese nuclear reactor. Surprisingly, I didn't see a lot of togo (that's one word, like the nation) containers, despite the obviously nice weather outside.

The table has devolved into a bunch of us on computers, an island of community in the open wastes of loneliness and despair. Pretty solid day of friends coming and going keeping us sane and awake for the duration.

Plans until the dinner crowd comes in: thumb twiddling, daydreaming, and chatting with the voices in my head. True story: I don't know what they're going to say before they say it.