Our New CoWorkers
IN THE GOOD ‘OL DAYS mornings were bedlam. Feed the pets, put out the trash, get something resembling clothing on the kids, cram some toast or coffee down our throats and run out the door like zombies had finally found a way in. Now, we get out of bed and walk a few steps to our makeshift offices ─ room corner, kitchen counter, laundry room, ironing board ─ and sit as far away from our computers so our co-workers can’t see our imperfections on Zoom.