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Nov. 23rd, 2006 02:34 pmShe sinks heavily into the chair behind her desk. A moment passes before her eyes roam over the surface. Voice mail is flashing an insistent red number. A handful of folders sit in the corner inbox. The computer rests unused. The screen is black, the CPU silent. She hasn't been in her office long enough today to turn it on. She reaches automatically for her coffee cup. Immediately she knows it's empty. Without bothering to double check, she sets it back down.
The day calender half-hidden behind a frame reads November 22. She retrieves it and peels away the top sheet. The page proclaims almost as an after note "Thanksgiving Day". Instead of returning it to its previous location, she places it front and center.
Today of all days, she has a reason to be thankful.
A cure has been found.
An end is in sight.
The day calender half-hidden behind a frame reads November 22. She retrieves it and peels away the top sheet. The page proclaims almost as an after note "Thanksgiving Day". Instead of returning it to its previous location, she places it front and center.
Today of all days, she has a reason to be thankful.
A cure has been found.
An end is in sight.
