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I’ve admired you Housewife series since I found it on deviantArt, thinking now that huge human populations of the planet trapped in isolated home/office prisons might go a little nuts for them, and that you Planex images from 2011 (I think) would haul our collective imaginations back to a simpler “paradise” when actually “going to the office” meant wearing something more formal than slippers and a robe — but the shadows of the half-remembered Office Gang so thoroughly haunt the lonely, sterile home-work cubicle that we find ourselves happily conversing over the artesian water bottle (with nobody) AS IF it were the beloved ol’ water cooler, the 50-cup coffee percolator or the convivial line in front of the Ladies’ Room, way back when social distancing meant trivial ostracism, not fatal indiscretion. Just a thought.