After working until 3 a.m. the prevous night, the Monday transition was even more difficult than usual. I felt crabby and foul through the entirety of the nine o?clock meeting, and I didn't emerge into civility until somewhere into meeting number two of the usual top-of-the-week talkathon.

This image was at the end of the work day, as I headed out on the quarter-mile exit trek to the parking garage. Though the past hours had turned out to be productive and reasonably fun, I was more than ready to join the warm company of good friends and to enjoy the simple but emotionally-satisfying pleasures of hot pizza.