I’m sitting in a meeting, listening to folks squawk about things that have no bearing on my immediate desires. I’m reminded of trips to the beach when occasionally, inevitably, someone feels compelled to feed the seagulls.
I’m doing my best to ignore the yammering but I’m feeling the beginnings of a headache just the same. I wish I could wade out into the wake to let the crashing waves drown out the squawking.
