An Inventory (TRY AGAIN!)

Three white walls, one blue opposite my plain white desk. Eighty square feet of black carpet. Tall lamps, cabinets of books I will never read. Insulated ceiling. Door that locks from the inside.

I turn on my work computer and the damned speak:

"Inbox: 66 blogs"

I don't know where to begin, so I don't. Instead, I log into my email and send my partner a good-day wish, and then I scroll through Facebook and send some Likes to people's thoughts.

Time passes. Little happens. Still I do not begin my work.

I hear a pop. Skype announces itself; I have a message from a "Doctor Cloud."

Time passes still. Little happens still. I do not begin my work. Still...

I feel a vibration. My phone lights up: I have an email from a "Duchess."

Still time passes. Still little happens. Still I do not begin my work.

Boredom creeps in. My door opens.

(Click...?)