The light this morning was like a dream. Not yet an evil dream, but it had that gloaming going down feel, like things are about to go south, like that moment just before a storm breaks, or just before another car on the highway gets side swiped.
The cats were all talkative, too, pausing to meow even as they ate.
And now, sitting at work, trying to stay awake, floors and floors above, the sky is roiling, threatening afternoon walks. And: only one person showed up to work today.