By 2:43 p.m. on a Monday, I had become one with my chair. Not in a peaceful, ergonomic way. More in the “has anyone seen her blink lately?” way. I had answered emails, edited copy, opened the same tab three separate times and ignored my water bottle so thoroughly that it may as well have been decorative. My body was technically present, but my brain had started giving me the spinning rainbow wheel. This is the part of the workday when I usually make one of two bad choices.