Terrible news! My city is planning to tear my office building to the ground and build hideous apartments in its place!
Though, to be honest, they've had the plans ready for four years already and nothing has happened so far. So I have no reason to expect they'll get to work any time soon.
I also have at least four months still to enjoy my absolutely gorgeous, perfect haven of an office. And if I ever have to move out, I'm sure my next office will be even better.
But I love my office. It's the best! It's where I filmed all of The Weekly Wyat Season 1! It's where I've played Hogwarts Legacy, watched The Queen's Gambit, read excellent literature, edited manuscripts, became a competent acrylic pouring painter, published books, hosted movie nights, and more! I love it so much! I'm not ready to let it go!
So only one solution presents itself:
I need to report a flying squirrel sighting in the premises.
(Who cares if it's false. The end justifies the means here.)
RK
