I am working from home today.  Love it.  Six weeks in, and already I’m That Lady who “remotes in” because her kids are “sick.” Rewind . . .  this past weekend was one of those lovely, totally miserable, cuddly, feverish, tv-all-day weekends when all three of us were very ill.  (The fourth, The Professor, was driving a million hours to go get our new car.  Insert whine about Life keeping him from ever being home for any length of time.)  We were basically cats – lolled across furniture, in and out of naps, nibbling food on occasion but mostly just moving as little as possible.  (This all went down right…