Masks. They're a sign of greatness. Zorro. Dr. Doom. Rich Hamilton. Hannibal Lector. Jim Carrey. And now... ME. Sure, mine isn't as mysterious as Zorro's, as form-fitting as Hamilton's, as devilish as Hannibal's, ... but it still draws attention when I wear it at work. Alright, the truth is that I'm wearing a filtering face mask at work so that I don't spread my virus to anyone else - and also so I don't breathe in air that's too cold or dry (from the A/C) that may cause me to break out in uncontrollable hacking and coughing. So far so good.

I feel like a doctor about to perform EDA (Electronic Design Automation) surgery at my computer. There is an undeniable feeling of power -- which, of course, only I feel. Others who see me wearing a mask will have pity on me, and that's necessary to validate the two days I took off work. :D