Today, I was forced away from my desk by a doctor’s appointment. After the appointment, I glanced at my phone and saw no messages. The cold wind blasted my face. It felt like sandpaper rubbing my skin raw. I stopped by a bookstore and impulsively bought the first staff recommendation that my eyes settled on, aware that I was overtly judging the book by its cover. I took the book outside and sat on a small bench on the sidewalk, where I devoured a chocolate croissant. Still no messages. I ducked into the subway to return to my office. Today was going to be a good day.