Day 3

If you, o future archivist, who discovers this journal after I've passed on, should wonder what happened to Day 1, fret not. Day 1 isn't yet isolation, but a pleasant Saturday. Isolation begins on Day 2. This is known.

Paradoxically, Day 3 began with not-isolation (wesolation). Early in the morning I infiltrated the workplace, to rescue my fine computer. I and the people of the workplace spaced ourselves from each other as if we were dervishes dancing, yet without spinning. We waved our hands though, knowing not when we would espy each other again.

Did you know you could sing the word "Columbo" in place of "The Love Boat" in the Love Boat theme song. Did you know you could do it in your head, for hours?

Returning to the isolation habitat, I aimed a powerful WirelessFireless device out the back window. Then I ensconced myself in the Outside Isolation Pod, where I established the Emergency Command and Control Center that will occupy my days from here forward. There I will sit and scan the glowing panes for signs of life.

One muffin remains.