Noooothing! Absolutely Nooooothiiiiiing!

I have been "back to the office" for a week and a half. And so far, the number of things I have done in my cubicle there that I could not have done working from home is:

[Takes deep breath]

[Takes deeper breath]

[Takes even *deeper* breath]

But someone, somewhere, is happy I'm back in the cubicle farm.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled lives. How long until I can retire?

So, the last two days, I've had to have my oldest son give me a ride to and from work, since the youngest son's car broke down and he needs a way to get to and from work and he goes to work earlier than I do. Logic, of course, dictates that I let him use my car because his work is longer and further away from home than mine, but because I can't work from home any more, there are TWO of us headed to and from work this week.

I'm grateful for my job. Very glad to have it. But someone, somewhere, is happier that I'm back in the cubicle farm. And so it goes.