under the blanket

The best part about working from home is not having to spend an hour in front of the wardrobe and the mirror before starting work. Just roll outta bed, brush teeth, bundle up hair like an auntie, and turn on my laptop. Some more can leave TV droning in the background with cooking and decor shows. And of course, can be barefoot, which is very important to baikar people.

The worst part, though, is that my bed -- with its cool satin blue bedsheets -- is now calling out my name like a siren. [When I say siren, I mean like those scantily-clad Greek women which try to tempt Hercules. Not those on top of police cars.]