I moved on monday, after an exile of several weeks to the second floor, [My employer]’ equivalent of the Island of Lost Toys. I once again have a real cube, with solid walls of fabric-covered styrofoam (verily, a tower of adamant after a year of Herman Miller pods.)

The Web cam is back up and running in my new space. It points north, towards my co-worker Genevieve Futrelle‘s cube.