For nearly the past month, while on her first extended vacation in years, the time needed to handle all the details after her mother’s death, she had lived without the tyranny of the alarm clock, and she had enjoyed that freedom immensely. This morning her early awakening provided extra time and allowed her to have two additional cups of coffee as she glanced at the newspaper—“glanced” was the operative word, since none of the stories seemed to make any sense to her today. The jumble of thoughts and emotions kept her from thinking clearly, or focusing on the news from the Middle East. She dressed carefully, wearing one of her more sedate outfits—dark pants and a dark blouse with a matching jacket. It was old and loose and comfortable. She did not want to think about her outfit, at least not today. Instead of catching the bus, she chose to drive her car to the office. Parking was a bit of a problem, and expensive if one had to park in one of the area’s parking garages every workday.
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