Settling in at my desk, after lunch. Preparing to dig in to meet goals freshly set.

Focused, tight, feeling good. Aware, but yet not, of the constant foot traffic behind me.

A low, interrogative voice behind me: "Frank?"

I turn around. It's a guy on a cell phone, just passing through, nothing to do with me. I turn back.

Only then do I remember that my name isn't actually Frank.

How that could that have slipped my mind?

So much for focused...