Stuck inside an office with the Memphis blues again...

I press my head against the cool glass on the window as I wish to be elsewhere.

The temperature in my office does not match what is going on outside. I find it's almost chilly at my desk, whereas outside requires only a bathing suit and sun screen at best.

My fingers fiddle with a ball point pen.

I am restless.

I can faintly smell the suntan lotion on my skin and I try to think up some way to get out of work early.

But I don't think the boss is going to buy, "I have an emergency. My tan is fading."