This morning I woke up with major puffiness. So I pulled out some cucumber pads that have been in my fridge for about two months, on reserve for a day like this. I cracked myself up by wondering if they had pickled. Yeah, my mind was a little warped this morning. After about twenty minutes of trying to de-puff my eyes, I decided I needed to go back to bed and rest more. Thanks to my getting to bed at 3 A.M., I had to use one of my telecommute days, which is a step above a personal day. I called the office and told them I'd be working from home today. It went over well.
This afternoon, I called the office to find out about a deadline, when this happened: "He wants to talk to you," said *Grace.* "He says he needs to ask you something."
"Okay," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. I had *Grace* transfer me to his office.
"Zaftig?"
"Yes."
He laughed. "Just wanted to hear your voice."
Mind games. Mind games, I tell you.