Dear Office Spacers,
You ever wondered why we get distracted at work? Unable to concentrate on the task at hand? Perhaps it’s seeded in the earworms that plague us or the inability for sit still for an 8-hour workday. Perhaps it’s the glowing computer screen that stares blankly back at its imputer, waiting for insight or more number crunching into its cubicula datasets. 
Maybe it has something to do with the unnaturalness with which we lead our lives, one day at a time, pushing ticker-taped deadlines with the click of a ‘submit’ button.
All I know is that my keyboard’s gone feral, the fuzz surrounding its individual keys has become so thick, it’s like I’m pushing upon little swampy, hairy lily pads. Attending to the humdrum of maintaining normalcy for a rather abnormal 40-hour-a-week existence has grown tiresome. My drive to be outdoors, weaving grass blades between my toes, feeling the sun radiate off my skin, has gotten the best of me.
I think it’s about time that I define health in a way that contains more horse sense…. Yep. Take me out to pasture, let me learn from the earthworms, let me converse with the babbling brook, ‘cause this little 9ft by 6ft cubical of mine is a bit too confining for this one-trick pony, it’s time to learn some new tomfoolery outside the proverbial box.
Now accepting mulish, outdoor enterprises,
C. Biscuit