So I'm a full-time work-from-homer. On display are bits and pieces of an average 8-hour day spent in what sometimes feels like solitary confinement. The constant sound of Bay Area rain on the windowpanes, my "Gooey" playlist, and a now nearly empty tub of peanut butter are the few things that keep me company. With this lifestyle, I'm rapidly losing leg muscle definition from not walking, ever. Let's be honest, I love it.