Due to construction I was out of my office and up in one of the labs but I really didn’t want to eat in the lab because the lab shouldn’t be a lunchroom but then we don’t have a lunchroom at all so I took my lunch outside even though it was one zillion degrees outside and found a spot at a table with a shady umbrella and ate and stared into my telephone and wondered why somebody had jammed a cigarette butt into the tabletop. Really yuck, as O. would say, or as I would say to O., why do people do things like that? It was so hot.