I gobbled my sandwich and yogurt hunched over Facebook trying to remember a time when I wasn’t scrambling in my office. Yeah, yeah, yesterday, and then two days ago, and also when I was in Encinitas in a hammock, and also when I was swimming in the ocean in Puerto Rico. But still, it felt like I’d only ever eaten remnant food from my refrigerator in my office in between meetings. Could still be true.

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