Bare feet. That’s what he liked best about working from home. No socks. No shoes. Just soft carpet, cold hardwood and hard tile underfoot. Nothing but heels and ties, arches and insteps, that flat of the foot, and the outside edge that takes all the pressure. He had always been a go to the office guy. A guy who rise early to shave and shower and dress, to have a proper breakfast before walking to the bus stop. He knew, however, from that first day at home that things had changed. knew from the moment his alarm rang and the thought of socks never once entered his mind – never once. What are doing? His wife would ask upon seeing him enter the kitchen. What do you mean? You know what I mean! I don’t I truly have no idea. It’s a little early fir gdmes.

Games? Yes, games. I am not playing this mornin