Pizza/no pizza

In general I love the Fridays and Saturdays I work. The people I work with on those days are lucid and rational and, I'll just say it - sane.

Usually we all chip in and order pizza from a "bistro" down the street that one of my best friends introduced me to (I wonder if she misses Pizza 2000 since she moved away?) The pies are excellent - just like my staff on these days - spicy, delicious and more than a bit cheezy. When the pizzas come into the building, the patrons are jealous but these tasty treats are just for us and we gather around the tiny kitchen table (in shifts) and eat and talk and feel like family.

We'll miss out on pizza today. Everyone seems to have an appointment or no cash or leftovers that must get eaten. But we will still have a good day, it's not the pizza that makes us family - it's the people.