The Scratching Post: The Missing J

I got in this morning to a J-less office. It's really thrown off my normal routine: in at 8, sametime box to J open by 8:03, go over to J's office, eat my banana, and pace around asking, "what else do we have on the hotplate?" But with J in New Orleans, those days are a distant memory. Instead, I'm left to converse with foreign correspondent JJVH and our feline friend LL.

Let's see how the morning without J is going so far:
JJVH: corncob?
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JJVH: ?
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JJVH: I dont know who todd is
Dave, you do know that I'm not J right?
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JJVH: You have to give more context
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JJVH: Context?
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JJVH: You have a comedic style?
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JJVH: I don't know how to respond

And from LL:
LL: d
(I'm still waiting for LL to respond to the other 26 gchats I've sent her.)

J, I miss you. Come back home.