Working from home eliminates the need for commuting, or so one would think. I ache for that commute time: that rubbernecking, traffic jammed, disabled car on the side of the road valuable me time. Nothing but radio du jour, or book-on-tape, or simple silence to think. To figure stuff out. Time to mentally prep for your day, unravel on the way home, to aptly switch gears from home to work