Private Space.

I love Pigpen
and I'm feeling as though I've bonded
with him in quite a personal way;

 he moves in a dirt bubble,

while I move in a germ bubble.

"Kindred Spirits" I think most would call us.

I'll spare you the details of this nasty cold I've claimed as my own, but as I move and have my being my entire household is keeping out of  "my space".

When I get out of my chair,
no one clamors to sit in it.

No one goes near my chair sidetable.

Snow?
Nope.  My private bag of used tissue.

(It can never be said that I don't keep it real!)

I've found when you cough, sneeze, and carry your own bag of used tissue, people tend to give  you lots of private space.  

That Pigpen is one smart guy!