Today, I get to work from home. It’s not a day off (what’s that?), but I like my job, and I get to spend the entire morning wearing my retainer and petting my adorable kitten.
It’s almost noon, and while I have spent two hours answering e-mails, I haven’t yet had breakfast. Excuse me while I take a break to read the paper and drink as many cups of coffee with real whipped cream on top as my stomach lining can tolerate.
I pledge to return with news and improved syntax.
