"Happy Yom Kippur"?

Is that the appropriate greeting for this Day of Atonement?

Anyway, here I sit at my desk wondering how I could possibly escape the shackles of the next eight hours. They promise to be tedious and awful if I don't do something quickly. Visions of dank, hand-dug tunnels and fake suicides for a trip to the infirmary are racing through my head.

Perhaps I could use that wide open door by the front of the office...

Pretty soon I'm going to make a walk for it. Wish me luck, as I won't have another chance all year.