Now that I can feel Nanook so clearly, I'm beginning to worry about crushing her. When I sit up straight, I can feel my old gym shorts push up against my abdomen, right where I know her head is! And when I lean forward, I can feel her back push against my ribs. That can't feel good for her either. The intelligent part of me knows that she's fine, and she's completely safe in there, but that doesn't stop me from feeling bad about squishing her.
In addition to being irrational, I am not nearly the employee I once was. A few minor computer gliches and I've completely abandoned any feeling of responsibility towards the work that needs to be done. I suppose I could stop typing this and start typing that instead. . .