Incredibly dreary day. Looking out the window is like sitting in the center of a large, upside down bowl; everything just turns into this white wall a couple hundred yards out. It's a very isolating feeling. On the other hand, sometimes—as when your coworkers have a million change requests for an application you didn't write and were only supposed to be peripherally involved in maintaining—sometimes isolation is a good thing. I know being isolated in our apartment with Jenny, the dogs, and a pot of coffee would be completely delightful, for instance.