When I go back to riding my bike to work, I will resume my habit of being the first person in the newsroom each weekday morning. That is the proper order of things in my confused little universe.
For now, though, a woman who has a combo city desk/website job beats me in by about half an hour.
We always exchange greetings when I arrive. But this morning, when I emerged from the stairwell and began lumbering toward my desk, I saw her from a distance. She was in a chair and facing away from me. And it appeared that she was wearing nothing.
That's unusual, I thought. Did I miss another memo? Has Casual Friday been replaced with Nude Wednesday?
But then, when I got closer, I saw that the becoming top she had on was approximately the same color as her skin.