Recovering the satellites... by The Counting Crows

"Gonna get back to basics
Guess I'll start it up again
I'm falling from the ceiling
You're falling from the sky now and then..."

The past week has been hell for mild-mannered Kalamari. So he sits in his lifeless cubicle, contemplating his next move, his options. Plenty of things to do, too many to do all at once. In his solitude, he seeks out the meaning of life... and finds it... hidden in the dictionary under the desk...

But tough as it may be, Kalamari can be thankful for the support shown to him by friends and family alike. Without them, he wouldn't have pulled through quite as much as he did.

And so with the lights dimming, and the rain splattering on the window, he packs up his bag and heads for the door. Another day, another day. The mundane repetitions that we each take for granted. Somehow he felt thankful for they remind him of happy times. Good times.

He smiled in the darkness, and waves to Multipurpose Man, seated in his place, doing what he was summoned to do. And trust me, it is something he does very well...

In memory of friends...