I have some tedious computer work to do; I'm sick and exhausted. But I'm working from home today, sitting in my bed, cozy in flannel sheets and with a mug of tea, while a snowstorm builds outside. The work is sufficiently mindless that I can watch Downton Abbey while I do it. Sometimes I am just so grateful for the luxuries of my current life, especially when I remember all the years of hellish commuting on city buses, through the worst of Chicago's summer heat and winter storms. One summer, I had an hour and a half commute each way, to a job where I sat in a baking hot trailer on the airport tarmac, processing airport badges for endless hours, weeks, months. I could have cried from the sheer misery of it all. I think I did cry sometimes. This. This is better.