It's another overcast morning in LA. These days make me want to stay under the covers 'til the sheets forcibly remove me.
Says the flat sheet to the heating blanket, "Turn off! Turn off! Freeze her out! She's been twisting me in circles all night and I can't take much more!"
I lazily respond by hauling my numb body across the room, stepping in some slippers, and plopping my weary frame into the office, where I push the button. You know. The Button. The Computer On Button. The button that rules my world.
I've just realized that I'm possibly the only living work-at-home drone. Don't people work at home to avoid dronedom? And I...well, day in, day out, I give full concentration to the erosion of foam in my office chair as I sit with a vengeance. Sitting with all my might. Sitting with a stamina that calls for applause.
And so I sit. I think I deserve a cookie.
