Rowan Tree and Red Thread

I am looking at the clock and thinking about going home (the joys of flexi-time, y'see). At the edge of my vision I notice that the world outside has sunk into a fishbowl and taken on a murky, almost opaque quality. The whistling in my ears is not tinnitus, but the endless complaint of the wind and rain racing around the Science Building in UCC. Outside it's shite.

Have a nice weekend, particularly those of you who are in sunny, pleasant lands. Grr!