As Gordon’s hand sunk deeper into his pants he knew the order of the day was going to be reversed.
“No,” he muttered to the long, empty corridor, “I am not having this day.”
He turned, took off his shirt, changed his pants and returned to bed. Phone off. He would not hear from… people, who only needed him at their convenience. When he rose, he would water his plants, feed his birds and draw out a new plan. Yes. It was always good to put one’s hands down one’s pants.