Borrow from Sunday to play Saturday.

There are four or five trees outside my window at work. There is no breeze at all and leaves are falling of their own volition a few at a time. Whether they are yelling Wheeeee or Oh my God I can't hear through the glass that has on it drops of rain pointing towards the center of the earth. The landscaping crew cleaned up today but by now you would never know it (unless the lawn mower tire tracks in the grass give it away to you). The sky is grey however still several shades lighter than the air conditioning equipment on the building across the way.