The human female, who is recovering from being sick, has been banished from her workplace and has been working from home this week.
This is her “home office”:
It doesn’t look too bad, does it? Two monitors, a little greenery, shiny table…
Let me annotate this for you:
Until she’s fever-free for twenty-four hours, she’s also banished from the bedroom and has been relegated to the guest room with the luggage, some boxes, and a spare chair. She gets up, she sits at the table for 8 or 9 hours, she goes to bed, she gets up and does it again.
She’s really beginning to show signs of stress and increasing instability. Just to make her life even more surreal, I arrange for an inexplicable email to appear in her inbox every now and again.