Lethargy, or, Summer Fridays

Today, the fractured remnants of my company went out to lunch, to commemorate our hard work on our bill-paying, bacon-buying accounts, and to bid congratulations and a fond farewell to one of our respected and loved colleagues. He is leaving the sometimes stuffy walls of our suburban office to attend medical school; I am exceedingly proud of and happy for him, he is a hard worker and has a beautifully positive spirit. But, I would be lying, if I did not admit I am sad and am jealous to see him go, to see someone who I could complain and commiserate and joke with move forward to newer and more exciting, and fruitful, pastures. For lunch, the group engulfed heavy burgers, laden with various cheeses and toppings, and guzzled some slowly poured beers; it is sweltering outside, and I am mostly drunk with rich food. Shirtless, reading, in air conditioning, this is how my afternoon should be spent.

(image taken from Chuck was Here)