I was driving into work this morning and it was a lovely day.
Sunny, blue sky, no clouds and already 70 degrees.
As I continued my journey further to my place of employ there were this overwhelming grey.
It was as if I was entering into clouds of despair which grew thicker the closer I got to my office building.
This was like some bizarre way of the weather channeling how I feel.
Of course, several hours into work the weather is gorgeous.
Today is a total Ferris Bueller’s sort of day. How can I possibly be expected to work on a day like this?
Where’s somebody that can let me borrow a Ferrari real quick?