Book on my coffee table... Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton.

After a morning run for a mocha, I ran across K2, who works in a different division than me. We got to talk for a few blocks, it was a comfortable but short conversation. Too short. Perhaps I should walk slower.

Our office is having a potluck on the 13th, which always raises the question, "What do I bring?" I am tempted to bring eggnog. I better get to the sign-up list fast, before someone else writes that down.