no phone jack for the computer at home leads to lunchtime sprints to the library, sneaking a taco at my desk afterwards, typing with red taco fingers. everyone is wearing scarves and black wintery coats and the tree is up in pioneer square. i heard they were going to make that a skating rink in the winter and nothing could make me happier than to skate during my lunch break, wobbly in kneesocks, skittering along the wall. everything is going too fast, everything is painfully slow. i am waiting to catch up, somehow.