I took a walk across the Stone Arch Bridge over the Mississippi River. The sky was so achingly blue, and the air so deliciously fresh after all our morbid weeks of rain, that it was unbelievably hard to turn my steps back. As I approached the office, I had a strong urge to whip out a rocket grenade launcher and reduce the building to smoking rubble so that I wouldn't have to go back to work.
But then it occurred to me that I had left my purse up at my desk and so it probably wouldn't be wise. So I left my attorneys to live another day.
Next time, I'll take a fanny pack, so there'll be no reason not to go ahead. Then they're toast.