No Exit

Each day for almost 20 years we went in and out this door, with the ridiculous sign mandated by the fire code. Here is Sonya, putting on a cheerful face as we waited for the movers to load our shabby furniture into a moving van. This will be the final exit from the no exit door. Another sign of the ultimate absurdity of the closure of our office.

On a lighter note, the descendant of the former owner of my desk, blipped here, is taking the desk as a keepsake. How we made that connection is too convoluted to explain. Also a client took the ficus tree in the picture.