Some Days I Don't Have Anything At All

My coworker walks up to my side, as I sit at my desk. He holds several shuffled papers in his hand, shows the top one to me. "There is a day on the calendar for you," he laughs. "August 22nd. The day that angels come out." I look closer at the square containing the twenty two, I read what he had just said aloud, I can't bring myself to say anything.