Outside the newsroom
I don’t get up as often as I should. I could, you know. Get up, I mean. The wifi signal in the photo department at the newsroom’s center extends out to the employee entrance and the picnic tables beyond where the smokers congregate.
On the other side is another picnic table and a bicycle rack that no one seems to use. Most bikers lock up somewhere inside. Days I bike in, I walk mine into the cube where I work.
But yes, getting up. I could work out there, with a decent signal and decent weather and a decent memory or maybe a decent sense of when it was time to stretch my legs and breathe and walk away.
