“Let me show you why I don’t work from home that much,” I said to Kent, turning my monitor toward him and pulling up the picture you see here.
I informed Kent that last night, after creating the mask, it became extremely important to The Boy that we play some traditional Dogon music to celebrate the new attire. So, for a large and unrecoverable chunk of the evening, we all sat in a row on a yoga mat in the middle of the kitchen floor. No, I don’t know why we were in the kitchen; that’s just where he summoned us for the recital. I was instructed to shake a Tupperware bowl full of Legos. Tad was given a plastic jack-o'-lantern trick-or-treat bucket, which he was instructed to beat on with two spoons. The Boy himself very solemnly slapped a bass made from a mouthwash bottle and a paper-towel tube. His was the central position in the Dogon ensemble, of course, and he served in a dual role as bassist and conductor.
So anyway. What’s that you were saying about working from home?