Deadline Detour

By noon the report was still a mess, and my boss said if it wasn’t on his desk by five, I was done. I shut the laptop, booked a Boston Town Car, and told the driver to take me anywhere with air and water. At Belle Isle Marsh I walked until the panic faded, then opened my laptop again in the back seat on the way home. Found the error and submitted the report. Turns out a BTC run doubles as a mood reset and mobile office—best productivity per mile.