I’m working on a special door-related project which my company has allowed me to do “on my own time.” When it’s done, it will be mine to do with as I please, and yes, I have that in writing Lana. I work a really flexible schedule, as do all of the other specwriters in my office, so I have a hard time distinguishing between my time and company time. Since today’s Sunday I’m going to assume that I’m on my own time and put in a few hours on my project. I’m sure there’s some metaphoric significance to the fact that this broken clock inhabited by pigeons made me think of “My Time,” especially if you knew that this isn’t actually a clock tower, just two sides with the backs of the clocks exposed to the world, but if I take time to explore down that path I won’t get anything done.