February 5, 2007
Cold chilled to the bone in morning; heat sweltered the office at noon; cold returned by night. The dog escaped her crate today to seek warmth in comfy beds upstairs. No crate blanket could shake the damp chill of the basement. Like that crate, I felt left in the cold. Lunchtime laughter tumbled down the hall. Seven people, and I wasn’t asked. I surmise a dozen reasons why. My finances. Sometimes I talk too much or say wrong things. And the social faux pas, dating a coworker, radio ads remind me. But after seven years, it hurts to be uninvited.