Concerned, like Maman was, that this is an all too typical daytime look for me?

Who actually walks around missing an entire sock on their right foot? Then wondering what even happened to it in the first place?

Ah. The trials and tribulations of an at-home office.

But then I think … how lucky am I … I get to sport one sock, old sweats and The BF’s bathrobe and rock it out on the work front. All while speaking a foreign language.

That’s pretty freaking awesome, if you ask me. Which I’m pretending you just did.