Day 47

I got up early this morning to go to the workplace. My plan was to be there and gone before anyone came. I had one task there. Once it was done, I’d be gone.

It went not like that. Many were the people who needed me to type on their keyboards just for a second. Many were the emails that needed to be said to me in person. And of course there were a few people I was ever-so-glad to see—the tops of their faces at least.

I was a good distancer, as much as I could be, but a bad isolator. People happened. It was quite strange.

Some people just can’t manage masks, I notice.

One person (I’ll say “one person” since saying “my boss” would be too specific, and probably bad for my career) talked with me for a long time, and was the whole time pulling down on the top of his cloth mask, so it wasn’t in the way of his mouth.

By lunchtime I was back in the Emergency Command and Control Vehicle, my own personal Elba.

Have you seen pictures of Elba, by the way? My habitat-mate once climbed Monte Capanne there. I’ll tell you, if I’m ever exiled on Elba, there’s no way I’m escaping to take over France again. The only point I can see in conquering France in the first place is so you can end up exiled on a nice island somewhere.

I feel much the same about the aluminum Elba where I’m working now. When my rescuers come, I’ll hardly know what to tell them.