Since I started working from home, little Martha and I have become more tight than ever. It's gotten to the point where, if I leave the house for even a few mintues, I find myself apologizing for the separation.
Last night, after spending the evening (a whole two hours) at a social endeavor, I came home and threw my corduroy jacket on the couch. Ten minutes later I walked by, and Martha had fashioned it into a nest and was lying on top of it.
This is unhealthy, yes?