The Fates Conspire Against The Modern Working Man

A perfect day outside and I'm stuck inside an office! Cruel fate has played an evil hand on me. The weekend was nice enough, but this was one of those rare, perfect spring data. Meanwhile I, like the few thousand employees of this American corporate entity have our noses stuck in front of our electronic masters.

Charlie Chaplin was a true visionary. We're tied to machines for at least forty hours every week forgetting the more important things in life. At least dear reader, you can seed the last embers of a perfect day.

The unexpected effect is a perfect mirror of my feelings.