Snoring and farting and bringing comfort and joy.

I have a home office. COVID prompted a glorious work from home atmosphere in my company and I have adored every day of it. We have a hybrid schedule now that I don't love, but I do still get more days at home than in the office, so I can't complain. I mean, I could complain. I won't bother. Not today. Def another day, though. I promise.
I am blessed to have a room to myself, and not have to work on my dining table (which I don't actually have) like so many of my colleagues. It's a safe space, looks like the inside of my brain, and I can tuck work away when I want to pretend that I'm an independently wealthy stay-at-home dog mom.
There is no greater comfort while I'm working than to hear the luvs snoring contently on the futon to my left. It's my zen. I am so thankful that I don't even mind that my office smells like a fart store half the time.