Since the pandemic started, I’ve been the household nomad. Depending on the distance learning and work meeting schedules of my two kids and husband, I can be found in the office, the kitchen, the garage, the patio, even the treehouse (not kidding). I review my schedule for the next day every night. I strategize about how to get through another 24 hours, which includes where I should set up work, based on a complicated formula of the meeting length, importance, my participation level, weather, and the likelihood of being interrupted by a potty accident from my senior dog or my kids wanting a kiss, a hug, lunch, or help with a virtual school.