The greatest aspect of working from home was no more alarm clock. I would wake when I woke, and no matter if it was early or late, that was okay. The day began when it began and ended when it ended. So much stress evaporated. In a short while I awoke at the same time, give or take a few minutes, each day anyway. I developed my own rhythm, my own sense of time that had more to do with nature and my own biology.
The alarm clock in platinum-chrome sings each morning, signalling the transition from sleepy dreams to wakeful happenings.
The alarm clock sits as happy companion to my bed, the friend who shakes me gently by the shoulders at sun up.
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