Flashes of Panic

I have a locker at the gym now. Not just the empty locker where I hook on my own lock while I’m swimming, but an actual locker with my name associated with it in the database and a college-issued combination lock. I didn’t think they’d do that for someone not either paying tuition or receiving paychecks, but I suppose if they’re letting me use the facility at all, the locker is not a big step. (And as a dutiful donor to both the Annual Fund and the Friends of Athletics, it’s not as though I’m a charity case for them.)

I’m finding that not only do I feel more at home (and less like a burglar,) but I have altogether too many useful ideas about getting around work-project sticking points in front of the locker, where I have nothing to write them down on. I may need to stash a notepad in there.

Now Playing: Fair from the album “Whatever & Ever Amen” by Ben Folds Five