There is barely anything like going back to work. And it is not like I wanted to go back. You see, I am by myself, sitting in my office, listening to the anxiety of Sun by Caribou, furiously tapping the desk to it, thinking of a song by Chvrches and the pretty voice of Lauren Mayberry, having sips of Coke and bites of Rancheritos, playing Hitman Go, doing nothing. Doing nothing. I sometimes am when I do nothing. But I wish I were else where. You know, by my house at one of them metal benches, having sun and wind, taking pictures of the passing clouds. Doing nothing, but else where.