On his phone he kept a live running sum of his minutes. Each plane he boarded, each cabby he paid, each elevator, each meal and each handshake was noted, linked, processed, completed, and changed color according to status.

He moved from task to task like a ballerina floating like a giant swan-cloud over a shiny wood surface of lake.

Something nagged at him though, and he thought it tied in with the text message from his girlfriend or maybe it had something to do with his dead father or maybe it was nothing at all.