When you care enough to send the very best

I had some particularly bad articles to edit yesterday. I had to use all kinds of Editorial Spackle to fill in the massive gaps. It made for a long day. There was a late Christmas card on my desk from a coworker with a small candy cane attached. Towards the end of the day, with hypoglycemia imminent, I made the mistake of eating the candy cane. It tasted strongly of melmac with a tinge of Styrofoam. Possibly eating the plastic wrapper would have been more satisfactory. Fortunately there is a woman (with enviable hours, rarely seen in the office) who has a big jar of Starlight Mints in her office, so helped myself.