Today, my office is my dining room, at my grandparents’ dining room table. It just got here this weekend. My office is full of other things of theirs that my mom and dad brought over the weekend, so this morning I worked at a cafe, and this afternoon, I’m home. My productivity isn’t great when there is clutter in my office, so I need to head to other places.
Working from home, I can eat pie whenever I want. How did I get so lucky?