"This was the fourth day of rain, Friday afternoon, and a conditioned part
of him submitted to end-of-the-week lassitude, even if Fridays had lost their
meaning. Hard to believe that reconstruction had progressed so far that
clock-watching had returned, the slacker’s code, the concept of weekend. It had
been a humdrum couple of days, reaffirming his belief in reincarnation:
everything was so boring that this could not be the first time he’d experienced
it. A cheerful thought, in its way, given the catastrophe."
