It probably started around 10 o’clock last night, when I looked at the clock on my computer screen and realized I was still sitting at my desk, in the long-since-abandoned office, prioritizing the work that would be waiting when I got back to the office next week. I should’ve known then – known that I had too much to do and not enough hours to do them in – that something would have to give. I just didn’t know that that something would be my flight to Seattle. As I sit at a charming corner cafe – the one directly across the street from my apartment, the one I’ve gotten…