It’s almost the full moon, and I’m out of sick time.
I’m tired, and itchy, and I shaved this morning and have a five o’clock shadow at noon. I just want to curl up under the conference table and take a nap. Instead, I go to the lunch line in the cafeteria downstairs.
“Hamburger, no bun, extra-rare… as in, still mooing.” I yawn, barely remembering to cover my mouth unless my canines look extra-canine at the moment. “And coffee, black. Expresso if you have it.”
My coworker Brian laughs. Meg raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’m doing Paleo,” I mutter.
