:Where is my left foot?

Friday, and Tuesday, and now today, and perhaps tomorrow have me at an “ad agency” in Miami Beach, doing geriatric fitness calendars for a large insurance company. The money is not good, and the office is awful, although the people in the office are fine. The circumstances on Friday (my “desk” is a piece of stackable shelving, my chair was a piece of hard plastic on wheels) led me to say I would not be back, but a replacement chair and the lure of $$$ has brought me back. Yesterday at lunch in front of the Starbucks on Lincoln Road, I had a chat with a pilot for SwissAir. That was nice.