Cozy Cargo

Someone you have never met has written one line about their week, and it is your job to fill a box for them. You have a deck of comfort objects, a cardboard box in the wrong shape, and as long as you like to think about it.

Everything you pack reacts to what it sits beside, and the box never holds all you would like to send. Hold something over a gap and it sparkles, or it shivers.

The post starts coming back while the week is still running. "My cat claimed the wool socks in about four seconds. She says thank you too."

Fifteen parcels, Monday to Friday. The room is soft and the puzzle has teeth: a bad draw can hand you a Friday box that will not go, and it stays that way. A bad week ends as "Closed Early" and you go home.

Then Monday. A hundred weeks in, your hands are exactly as good as they were on the first one.

You simply know more people. Or more people know you :P

We got the sound of a plush hitting cardboard right before we got anything else working, and that

turned out to be the correct order to do it in.

The chair is still warm. Clock in.