I miss the days of working in the office with you know, other people. But not because I want to go back to the unproductive days of running meetings all day. At least now I can pretend to listen when I’m working from home on a video call…in my gym shorts. No, I miss working from the office because when I was at the office I couldn’t witness the madness of what happens in my home when I’m not here. The piles upon piles of towels in my son’s bedroom. The way the sink is just stacked with dirty cereal bowls while the dishwasher is all alone and empty. The kicker is the tipped over box of cheez-it crackers on the island while two innocent [and wonderful] children stare at their devices for hours on end. Getting off work I at least had a 30-minute drive to unwind in the car. Lately, I’m listening to a lot of old school Outkast records and I just want  ...