There’s this feeling today of waiting for the other shoe to drop, the sort of feeling that I guess always comes right before a big vacation, when we look around and wonder why we’re here. I almost feel like I’m pressing my luck; the rest of the week went quickly enough, but it’s always calmest before the storm. I just want to give my boss his mail, get him to initial my time card and agree that there’s no reason for me to come in to the office on New Year’s Eve. Then I want to go home.

Seven more hours of work seems like an awful lot of time for something unexpected to happen…