Although I jump at the chance to get out of the cube, when I get sent away from home I do tend to miss it. Well, I miss my Claire more than 'home' itself. Little things end up making me miss her, like what I saw tonight at 8:40pm when my work day (up at 5:30 and to the hotel by around 9:30) was drawing to an end.
Those who know Claire well (or have ever been in a conversation with her about where to eat out) will understand.


