A tall black standing floor lamp with a single bulb of three lot, and a white folded up metal rolling cart with a black plastic handle leaning against a light gray wall.

When you don’t leave the friendly confines, part of you expands to full in the space with responses to events. You retrace your steps, weigh stretching your legs before deciding against, rifle through paper stacks and plan for more action to come: maybe a massage or a brief blitz for errands before the regularly scheduled lineup resumes.

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