The roof, the roof, the roof is ... under construction

So my institute is forcing us to work from home while they switch around all the stuff in our offices like a bad '80s movie. Being home between nine and five is always surreal. There's this whole other world going on while the rest of us are at work, parked in front of LCDs. There's all kinds of weird noises in my building right now, from classical music to 'Judge Judy' to kids stomping around like they're little winemakers. The streets are full of elderly people, who, I realize now, wait until Copenhagen is at its least teenaged and immigranted to walk around in public.

And then there's the weird crane below me, doing God knows what above me. Whenever I can't see the end of a crane-arm, I always get the image of the three-pronged little grabber thing you used to spend quarters on as a kid. In my head, that crane is parked down there because my roof is overflowing with giant stuffed animals and Bart Simpson dolls.