The meeting had been going for forty-five minutes and the agenda had two bullets left. He had checked his phone three times. He had picked lint off his sweater. He had counted the ceiling tiles. Somebody was making a point he'd already heard twice this week. He was not tired. He was not frustrated. He was simply elsewhere, his brain fully uninterested in anything happening in the room, running idle. He made a noise of polite agreement when the facilitator said something that seemed to expect one, and checked his phone again.
