Today I made my six-year-old cry. Working from home has been fairly straightforwards for me so far. My day largely revolves around email, meetings, and writing stuff (mostly email and meeting invites), which means that given a strong internet connection, I could work from the moon if needed. Give me a pizza and a laptop and I’m good to go anywhere. My wife is lucky enough to be in this class of work as well; as a programmer, the only thing she needs that I don’t is an endless supply of coffee. We have largely been unaffected by the need to work from home.