Ten minutes in to a discussion in our weekly office meeting, I realized I hadn't exactly been listening.  I had been writing a poem in my head, that took the ideal concept of a heart floating "up up and away" - turned it into a ship (like Captain Hook's) sailing through the sky - and then turned it into my felled heart.  Yep, chopped down piece of wood.  That's what my head was doing while the group was discussing complex architectural plans that require 5 different sets of grids in order to maximize a complicated space (for the record of those who care - when I returned to the conversation, I recognized the description as the building that houses 50 North in the U District).  Yep.  Happy Monday. :)