I have worked from home most of my professional career. You can imagine the value that has been over two decades raising a family through two teenagers.

Yes there are things done while at home not done at the office, and vice versa. Like a precious nap.

I consider myself a pro at WFH.

So?

I get anxious when I am at the office after X number of hours. Why?

On my 50th birthday over six years ago, I was gifted a THIRD LIFE in the form of our canine companion.

She thinks I am a pro too at WFH. She *expects* me to be there hour after hour with loves, walks, PRESENCE. The family memory bank is RICH with HER.

She has literally stopped traffic, where people would ask of her breed.

She is the life of the party.

She is even now, legend.

I am sorry, I have to get home for HER.