Children of the Conference Call

On kindergarten by Zoom and accepting the absurdity of it all.

My workdays have a predictable rhythm to them lately. I’ll tap out a few emails, place a few calls, respond to a few requests for information, nurse my coffee and lament my lack of sleep. Every so often, I’ll glance at the clock and realize my office-mate probably isn’t being cognizant of the time himself, so I’ll drop a gentle reminder. 

“Hey, bud, you …

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