Tourist short story... or "How the devil met an angel"

 
The summer sun peeked curiously in through the windows of our workshop, and one of its teasing rays (one of them!) gave me a greeting from the distant blue horizons. Immediately, my pineal gland began to wander a bit, and since the gray cortex was in acute danger of a short circuit, I went to see the master to get a day off for tomorrow.
Thanks to an understanding superior, almost at the last moment of the organism's collapse...