I’m not sure there’s anything better than driving home after a long, stressful day of work. Unless that thing is getting home, changing into sweatpants, taking off your bra, and popping open a bottle of your favorite pinot noir.
Okay, so maybe the driving home isn’t the best part, but after the day I’ve had? I’m feeling pretty optimistic about the night ahead.
I’m lucky because I have the kind of job that allows me to work from home every once in a while. But that means that when I do go into the office, it’s that much harder to sit through the hours of supervised internet browsing and meetings that really should just be emails. Those forty-five minutes we spent arguing over office refrigerator etiquette are forty-five minutes I can never get back.
At least I’ve got that pinot noir wait
