Relaxed and worry-free, I took up temporary residency in Nordstrom Rack. I was in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. Instead of rushing around in search of a specific pair of black pants for a work trip, I casually flipped through the evening dresses as if I planned on wearing fuchsia sequins on Thursday.
I was working on a project with a big magazine. We had a call with one of the writers, and I called from my hospital room. I had not told anyone that I was sick, or more importantly, that I was in the hospital. I am on the call with the writer and the head of the practice, and the phone disconnects.