String Cheese Jenne Travers String cheese and a peanut butter granola bar grace the surface of my desk for that I am glad. The good luck kitty here raises her paw and assures me that the joy and contentment I have been feeling are true they are allowed to be felt. They who work here pass to and fro, discussing the Red and Blue question the lack of variety in free coffee provided. One warns me the supply is near depletion. I rise, refill their caffeine addiction. As I settle back into my daily workload, I unwrap the string cheese, eating it with a satisfying grin and a sigh.