As my fingers cruise over the keys of the nc6400, all that you can hear are the tap dancing fingers around the room. The office has been converted into a dance studio of a few hundred people that all dance to a different beat. No one dance is the same one. Once in a while, the dancer decides to leap from the pad and over to the rodent where the dance is a solo work of art of shifts, scrolls and clicks.
I look over to my right and discover that the dance has somehow stopped there. The show has ended and the dancers have left the stage. The clock has struck 5 and one by one, the dancers file out.
I am left here to continue to dance. I feel that I want to continue dancing.......maybe to a different beat. A dance that has been continuing every day for the past days. A dance that will not stop till the pain goes away.