Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

I have a new mission in life. I need to find a way to get to know my Extremely Cute Neighbor. I thought Extremely Cute Neighbor had moved out because I hadn’t seen her in some time, but then I ran into her as I was leaving for work this morning. She is a simply lovely brunette. Maybe I can borrow a cup of sugar or something. But that might not work if she stumbles across this blog and discovers that my crippled ass don’t cook…or bake. I could try chatting her up in the elevator, but how much chatting can you do on a thirty-second elevator ride? My engaging personality needs at least a full minute to work its mojo. What to do? Any advice is welcome.
I spent way too much time today clearing up a bureaucratic snafu that almost prevented my independent nursing staff from getting their first paychecks, which would have been rather embarrassing for me. I’m pretty protective of my staff and I’d hate to see any of them suffer financially because someone forgot to fax a certain document. So here’s hoping I finally have all the bugs worked out of the system.