Nothing about the morning goes right but the folks at my bank must be experiencing a worse day than I am, judging by the CLOSED sign on its door and the gaggle of employees in the lobby. I feel strangely cheered by this knowledge and continue to my office, where I find further comfort in a handful of smiling faces and pleasant exchanges. The box on my desk turns out to be the new pens which I’ve ordered for purposes of marketing to small shops in the area. That’s a plus but I still struggle with a lingering feeling that the day will go badly. Nothing about the weather so signifies; crisp air, pale blue sky, whispers of harmless lovely clouds. I drive downtown. I sit in court, waiting for my client, a half hour early as I promised. The judge checks with me and acknowledges that my cases appear on his later docket and I settle into a chair at counsel table, shaking my bones, stretching my neck, wondering if what I feel is the approaching gloom of winter something more sinister.