Just a couple hours ago, I got out of the shower and stumbled into my bedroom to discover that for the third time in as many weeks, my 15-month old cat had pissed all over the recently-vacated bed. Frown. Perhaps she's trying to tell me something. Perhaps she's trying to say, "No, look, stay home and do laundry. Don't go in to work. You know you don't want to go."

Yeah, perhaps that's it. Because now, here I am at work, and I cannot think of a worse place on the entire planet to be on this beautiful July day.