A former student, now a friend, made me shortbread cookies, liberally doused with powdered sugar.
I was eating one this morning. Working online, nibbling cookies. Was I eager for the sugar or avidly engaged in an intellectual conundrum?
The cookie exploded. Powdered sugar arced and landed on my clothes and glasses. My fingers were poised as if still holding the cookie, likewise covered with white dust. My mind remained online: reading and writing; face glued to computer. Mind engaged, body frozen. Sugared.
The Chairman of the Board walked in to my office. Oh, hello.
I was eating one this morning. Working online, nibbling cookies. Was I eager for the sugar or avidly engaged in an intellectual conundrum?
The cookie exploded. Powdered sugar arced and landed on my clothes and glasses. My fingers were poised as if still holding the cookie, likewise covered with white dust. My mind remained online: reading and writing; face glued to computer. Mind engaged, body frozen. Sugared.
The Chairman of the Board walked in to my office. Oh, hello.
