Five consecutive days of working from home.
Harder than you imagined (For at least a few of us, I’m sure. If you’re not one, please share your tips).
The things you miss aren’t things that you even thought about, let alone thought were important.
The morning coffee run with your mates.
An accidental conversation with a stranger.
The walks between floors between meetings.
Ice cold water from the zip tap on a hot day.
Friday evening drinks in a noisy, crowded bar.
Winding down this evening, I sought comfort in a few words. An ancient quote. A contemporary poem.