My brisk cadence to the office came to a stop as I finally crossed paths with the foreman.  After obtaining a status report and providing direction to satisfaction, I resumed my planned return to the office. 

A quick detour to the pantry area didn’t produce my missing assistant.  What was the use of these mobile devices if he didn’t turn it on or have it with him?  Perhaps I should try his cell phone although we’d agreed when working on site this would be the ideal way to communicate. 

Forgivingly, I realize it was past one o’clock and the poor man probably went off to have some lunch. 

Well I might as well grab something myself.  My healthy eating habits, and regular eating schedule altogether, thwarted again for another day.  Oh well.  Promising to nourish myself with the required nutrient and vitamin rich food tonight, I indulge in the few minutes of respite from the day’s events

I had twenty minutes to decompress before this afternoon’s floor plan review.  Thankfully not one of the double-booked hours of the day – more than enough time to consume the chocolate bar conveniently located in my drawer along with a bottle of water. 

As my body slackened from the influence of the feel-good effects of the ‘food’ I was consuming, I relaxed even further per the reminder of the diminishing tension with my friends.  Yes, that included Tina.  Some may view that reference an exaggeration. 

Maybe a more appropriate description, a truce between two former lovers wrapped in conflict.  To ***** with it, I’ll exaggerate, we’re friends now.  A generously accepted offer the day we departed the lawyer’s office as I explained to Shane last Friday.  Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Much to her insistence, we had arranged to have a night in to catch up on things.  She’d arrived at around seven bearing a six-pack, a smile and Dana in tow.  “An intimate night of poker,” she said, “requires at least three”. 

With a wink and a quick maneuver moving behind then nudging Dana forward, they entered the house.  Not that I minded about Dana’s accompaniment, it was great to have them both over. 

Instead of ordering in, we’d worked companionably in the kitchen preparing a light meal.  Usually reserved for morning, the omelettes we’d put together turned out delicious and filling in part because we had so enjoyed being creative with all the ingredients on hand, ham, cheese, potatoes, onions, tomatoes and even pineapple, which I stayed away from. 

The fleshy fruit found its way to my grocery cart but it wasn’t usually for me, an impulsive purchase in remembrance.