THIS EVENING GOWN CAN NOW BE WORN AT 10AM (A.K.A. WORKING FROM HOME)

   

Working from home used to be such a tantalizing proposition.  Now it's mandatory for most of us.  With COVID currently in full bloom in place of spring flowers, it's another part of  'the new normal' that still seems very abnormal after one month.  I believe your success with this process largely depends on how many people and animals are quarantined with you and how large your workspace is in relationship to the rest of your living quarters.
     Speaking for myself (and to myself, as it so happens),  I'm a middle aged single man living in a one bedroom apartment.  And my bedroom has reluctantly become my workspace away from work.  If I had a den or a rumpus room, I suppose either of those would become my home cubicle.  I like to dream about having a den like Ward Cleaver's..  A man could really spread out and get some manly work done in there and maybe even develop an appealing pipe tobacco addiction.  At least until Wally or the Beav came home with some annoying problem that you'd have to solve by actually having to leave your mid 20th Century man cave.
     As you can probably tell, even I can sometimes get distracted from my assigned duties while living my bachelor pad lifestyle.  Around my makeshift workstation with two monitors and a operating system case (although I dearly wish it were rather two turntables and a microphone), there are hundreds of books and CDs piled up around me in a not so fastidious fashion.  As I gaze to my left, there is a Gorman Thomas bobblehead doll I purchased some time ago that is becoming more lifelike as the days pass and to my right is a bedroom window where I can look out at nature's beguiling folly with amazement or melancholy whenever I please.
     After telling you all of this, I bet you still have no clue what I do for a living.  That's just fine. Neither do I.