Lawn Boy

As it so happened, I was working at home, something I could've been doing for a long time, but had chosen not to as I hadn't had the desire to spend any more time there than I needed to. This should have been an indication to me that perhaps this marriage wasn't for me, but of course it wasn't. So that's where I was, sprawled comfortably in my den, casually attired as those of us who are home-commuters tend to be—why dress up when you're the only one there? Sloppy shorts, an old Janis Jopli...