I can't tell you what today is like, because I'm still on the day before, sitting here not-quite-warm-enough-but-unwilling-to-do-anything-about-it, waiting until it's time to go somewhere else; the sky beyond glass looking bad-tempered as clouds do their best to wash this or that or everything away—the sun has abandoned us. All things considered (because it is always good to consider all things), it's actually a perfectly fine way to end a week: rinse, repeat.