I knew this day would eventually arrive. I just hadn’t realized how much I’d dread it.
With vaccinations steadily rolling out around the United States, my company is beginning to introduce a plan for employees to return to the office. And while the early days of the pandemic found me longing for more IRL human interaction, I’m already feeling wistful for the days of working from home. I’ve got a zenned-out morning routine, no hectic commute, cost-effective and tasty lunches courtesy of my own kitchen, and, perhaps most importantly, a semi-weekly workday tradition: the midday nap.
Sure, it’s nice to stay hugged up throughout a REM cycle, but when that temperature’s rising, gotta give us three feet, word to Weezy.
Nope, not drunk — just as uncovered as possible. Unless you’ve got some magical diaphanous linen that distributes chilled vapor over your body, keeping the covers on is a sureness your dermis’ll be a furnace.
Lucky enough to have some private outdoor space? A patio? Roof access? A driveway? Anything that lets you retire in the relative bliss of the night air? Camping time! …