Thank you, Edie Windsor.

Dear office: sorry, I didn’t mean to come in and spread pestilence and plague this morning. I’m feverish at home now, you’re safe(ish).

Been sitting at my desk working nonstop since I got home, and feel like I haven’t accomplished anything. Pft. That’s enough for today.

Did I miss a memo? Why is the office silent and deserted? Is it a holiday? Or is everyone hiding and planning a surprise?