Day 55

I ventured to the workplace today.

The workplace has forgotten their isolation game entirely. I know not what to do among them. They hate their masks. They are so over their masks. They carry their masks around in their hands.

The HM made me a new mask. It has robots on it. I don’t hate my mask. It slips down my nose a bit, but I think I can alter it just slightly and it will embrace my face.

The workplace has many ideas for keeping me busy. Lately their imagination for such things is boundless. They want to work on their ideas with me early in the morning. They want to work on their ideas with me late at night. They are a people of ideas.

Isolation lends itself to ideas. Whether it lends itself to good ideas is anyone’s guess. I bet about 10 percent of my isolation ideas are good ones, but I have no idea which. Mostly we don’t get to test our ideas now, or run them by our friends over a beer and watch them make a face that tells us what we need to know. We just have to wonder.

Would a tiny camel make a good pet?

In the golden days I would have gone out and found someone to make me a tiny camel, and we’d have the answer already. These days the better bio-engineering firms are closed, or sidewalk-service only, which comes to the same thing.

Camel hair is coarse, but tiny camel hair could be soft and fine. If I had a tiny camel I might be able to make my coworkers masks they wouldn’t hate. Very slowly. But if I could breed tiny camels, I wouldn’t need to go to work, would I?