I awoke the next morning to a drizzly, overcast sky. I would have preferred spending the day in bed, but work beckoned. Although I'd made respectable inroads into the pile the day before, there was still a rainforest's worth of paperwork on my desk. Groaning, I forced myself to climb out of bed and hit the shower before going downstairs.
Steve, standing behind the check-in desk in the foyer, looked up with a warm smile as I clattered into view. "Hey, Killian."
"Hiya, Steve-o," I said,