The other problem with working from home

Okay, cards on the table time. The other problem with working from home is the knowledge that my bed is just down the hallway. Can I tell you how much I love that bed (which, let's be honest, I capitalize as if it's a proper noun, as in "Bed")? I have been known, when I'm extra tired, to compose Odes To Bed once I've crawled under the sheets. Usually they're short, like "All Good Things Happen In Bed" or "Bed is So Nice" or something like that. I come by this Bed love affair honestly. My mom also has an affinity for Bed. When I was little, she used to call down the stairs from my parents' room and say, "What would we do without beds?" This Bed Mania isn't without its hazards, though, as every now and again when I'm neck-deep in research, I have the sudden urge to go take a nap. I convince myself that it wouldn't be a long nap, and don't I deserve a little break? And that's just a slippery slope. Because first it's all, "I'll just take a five minute nap." And then it's "I haven't fallen asleep after five minutes, so I might as well set an alarm for an hour from now." And then, before you know it, someone is shaking you and informing you that it's been three days, are you're planning on going back to work ever? I'm just saying.