Originally posted on 12/08/2015:

Yes but I will be posting / looking at NCAA games on lunch hour.

I figure you have someone to talk to. Someone to share the meal with. Someone who you can at the very least pretend cares about what happens to you.

Life is short. We must stop and remember the good times, as few and far between as they may be. But with each passing day the memories grow more cloudy, more distant. When those memories become too cloudy to vividly recall, what do we look back on then?

We know who it is we care about. But what about the people you once cared about years ago? Can you still remember them for who they really were? Can you still remember her face?