This last decade has brought many ideas and notions that have me questioning my understanding of myself, all the ways in which I see the world, including some areas that felt so solid and sturdy, like a permanent concrete floor, with a nice rug to tie the room together. But then the rug gets pulled from under, causing me to fall flat on my back, head on concrete, and I get to look at the sky, and I have to find meaning or gratitude, especially in the present, like this morning: I found a sweet parking spot outside of work in NYC, and I was gifted with the most gorgeous sunrise, pushing through the Avenues horizon from the East River
The two epidemiologists were shooting in the dark
It takes about 97 minutes for half of it to leave the body
Staff on the ground monitor trends and observe their customers, then decide what to stock and how to display it with remarkable flexibility