Saturday morning, as I prepared for a client’s Strategy Salon, I went downstairs to grab breakfast. I had 15 minutes before the call to eat and prepare the virtual workspace.
I hastily passed by Marvin and exchanged a good morning. Briskly walked into the kitchen. Pulled a bowl from the cabinet over the stove. Reached for the cereal. Rushed to catch it …
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