In the last month I’ve missed so much sitting in my cubicle. Every day I’ve called to check up on you during my fifteen, half and fifteen.  Each call gave me an update of your daily routine. “He’s eating his oatmeal now” “He’s making a huge mess of my kitchen now… Oh.. He dropped a potato” “He won’t step on the grass, he doesn’t like how the blades of grass prick him” These little status updates keep me going from one break to another, sometimes making my day go by at a snail’s pace because I want to get my…