This REMOTE Working Is Not Even REMOTELY Working

It’s me, again, sneaking in here shamelessly like a husband who left on Friday only to show up on Sunday 5:00 PM with sick excuses, sicker than a Kenyan politician after spending one day in a police cell. Excuses like, I was trapped in the stomach of a whale since Friday and you’ve been “cutting waters” since then. And this just because your name…