Today was a wonderful, sunny day. The last day of spring. It was beautiful, warm, the air was clean and fresh. Too bad I didn't see it. The last day of spring was sacrificed to "beloved" work. My God, sometimes I think I'm going to die at work, in the middle of the workday. Completely exhausted, I take the minibus to come home, have dinner, go to bed and return to work tomorrow morning by the same minibus. No, I'm not complaining about fate at all.