Sunday Workover

There's something about working at home on a Sunday morning that just . . . sucks.

Maybe it's the early autumn sunshine glinting in through the window and caressing the papers in my briefcase. It's a sun I don't see from my cubicle. A taunting sun, warm to the shoulders and tantalizing and - unreachable beyond this pile of reports that have to be plowed through before Monday morning.

Ah, responsibility!