There’s a little desk tucked into the corner of the hospital waiting area, charging ports and a coffee machine built right in, like someone set up a tiny office there.
My mom had an appointment upstairs and I ended up parked at that desk for most of the afternoon.
Poured a coffee I didn’t really need, just to have something to do with my hands.
Funny how the setup made me sit up straighter, phone out, like there was somewhere to be.
Old habits from the desk job apparently don’t just disappear the day you retire.
The coffee went cold before I got through it, and I didn’t mind much.