Working Girl

While driving back and forth to take my wife to her one week, every month, in Nashville, TN, college classes, I'm always shooting out the window of the car.

I was at a light and saw that I could see right into this office. She had all the binds open, and it was getting dark. The room really was noticable. Well, I noticed and no one else did, it seemed. Her office was right on the street by the walkway. I guess she doesn't care who watches her working.