January 31, 2012
I get to work from home barefoot, in cargo pants or yoga pants or no pants, in a tank top or tube top or no top, with my hair up or down or not brushed at all, and take as many Facebook and email breaks as I want, and a nap at the drop of a hat, with my cat. I can curse as loudly and as often as I like, I can go for a walk on a whim. I don't have a commute. I don't have office gossip. I can have non-stop coffee. Grateful? You have no idea.