This week, I suddenly told a workmate that I miss seeing him put eardrops in his ears. He’s tall and he has the longest arms. He had an ear infection before we left the physical workspace. I presume it’s better now. I hope so. In any other context that wo

This week, I suddenly told a workmate that I miss seeing him put eardrops in his ears. He’s tall and he has the longest arms. He had an ear infection before we left the physical workspace. I presume it’s better now. I hope so.

In any other context that would be a weird thing to say, but everything is weird right now.

I was talking to another workmate online and I couldn’t figure out if he were crying, because the connection was bad and he was all pixelated. I didn’t have the guts to ask if he were alright. I wish I had.

A third workmate told me he had four books, and a videogame, lying unfinished around the house and that made me really sad. I miss work. And I miss seeing my workmates smile.

Especially because the threat to our work is real in a way that may also not eventuate. Who knows?

It’s worth staying home, though. Saving lives is the most important thing to do right now.