Everything, everywhere, all at once
ALDWIN FAJARDO PONDER I sometimes question the career choice I made. Not in a throw-my-laptop-out-the-window-and-open-a-beach-bar kind of way — although that fantasy does visit me every Monday at 7:13 a.m. — but in a quieter, more persistent way. The kind that shows up when I’m driving down I-680, coffee in one hand, existential dread in the other, wondering how my life became a series of phone calls that begin with, “Hi, just looping you in…” Being a nursing home administrat
