By Sarah Mansheim\r\n\r\nManaging Editor \u2022 Mountain Messenger\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nI don\u2019t mean to toot my own horn, but I really am the smartest woman I know. Every now and then, I\u2019m just moseying along, one foot in front of the other, and then, BOOM! Inspiration.\r\nI am, as my husband would say, an \u201cidea guy.\u201d That means that, quite frankly, I am all inspiration and no perspiration. My favorite thing in the world is to lie down and daydream, thinking up all of the wonderful things I, or Tom, or my kids, or the world, should do to make life easier\/wealthier\/healthier.\r\n\u201cI\u2019m going to stop eating meat!\u201d I declare.\r\n\u201cI\u2019m giving up sugar!\u201d I say.\r\n\u201cCrossFit is my life!\u201d I lie. (Being that I am all inspiration and no perspiration - sweat really messes up my hair - my ideal exercise would be described as \u201cthe yoga of lying down.\u201d)\r\n\u201cLet\u2019s get a woodstove! Let\u2019s get a new car! Let\u2019s move to town! Let\u2019s go to Mexico!\u201d\r\nI\u2019m telling you, I\u2019m freaking brilliant.\r\nLuckily for Tom and the girls, I never actually change anything other than my clothes (that\u2019s not entirely true, I do switch back and forth between red and white wine as the seasons change). But there, dear reader, in the sartorial changes, lies the reason for this post.\r\nI\u2019m wearing slippers at work.\r\nLet that sink in.\r\nSlippers. At work. Outside the snow is falling, and my dress boots, their soles damp from the sidewalk, are drying next to my space heater while I am sitting at my desk writing in my house shoes.\r\nWhy didn\u2019t I ever think of this before?!\r\nThe truth is, I\u2019ve never had a spare pair of slippers. Don\u2019t get me wrong. I\u2019ve got a fantastic pair of Ugg slippers at home. They are about six or so years old, stained with maple syrup and coffee, the side of one of them chewed up by a wayward puppy back in the day. They suit me. I love them, ugly as they are.\r\nThis Christmas, my sister-in-law gave me a pair of burgundy cable knit Dearfoam slippers.\r\n\u201cThanks,\u201d I managed, thinking that, as new and pretty as they were, they would be of absolutely no use to me. I resolved to drop them off at the Salvation Army in a few months (you\u2019ve got to keep presents around for a while to assuage the guilt) and shoved them, unwrapped, back under the Christmas tree.\r\nFast forward to last week: I was back at work during that awkward space between Christmas and New Year\u2019s, and I had worn my favorite pair of red pumps (I had a girls night out planned for the evening, and I needed my shoes to match my wine). Unfortunately, they were pinching and rubbing my toes; plus, it was a bit colder than I had realized when I got dressed that morning, so, when I kicked them off under my desk, my feet got cold.\r\nThen it hit me: BOOM! Inspiration. What if I brought my new slippers to work?\r\nWell, dear reader, I did. And it is brilliant. My feet are so cozy! Admittedly, I look a little funny, but newspaper editors are supposed to be eccentric, so I think it works for me.\r\nNow I\u2019m trying to figure out how else to make my office more homey. Perhaps I\u2019ll install a fireplace, bring in a bathrobe.\r\nI saw an article online that the treadmill desk trend is over. Now, it said, the latest invention is a lying-down desk. I saw a picture of it. It kind of looks like a dentist chair, complete with a tray upon which to place your laptop. I showed the picture to my boss, and said, \u201cThis is what I need.\u201d\r\nSo far, he hasn\u2019t gotten back to me on that.\r\nI don\u2019t know why. I can just picture it now: me, lying in repose in my housecoat and slippers, breaking news stories and firing off brilliant commentary as the fireplace crackles behind me.\r\nApparently, one of my predecessors here at the Mountain Messenger used to nap at work. If these slippers are any indication, I may soon be picking up the baton, just as soon as I get my desk.\r\nI\u2019ll let you know how that works out, but, first, let me just lean back and think about how I can make that happen.