I was pumped when I left the office on Thursday. With the heavy snow on its way, my boss gave me the okay to work from home on Friday. I stopped at the store for a couple dozen eggs, which was a terrible idea. It was like Beyond Thunderdome in there. I got the eggs, but emerged disoriented, shirtless, and scarred.

     On Friday morning I overslept, but managed to log in to my work account just before eight. I sat in the living room and navigated through the morning minutiae. Twenty minutes later, I moved to the kitchen where the real work would begin.

     I dropped three eggs into a bowl of hot water and while they warmed, I gathered all the stuff I needed to make an omelet.

     My first attempt failed miserably. The he...

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