With Sandy's abrupt and intense arrival early this week, it has taken me several days to put a name to what it is I've had lately. Then I remembered: I believe it's called down time. After working more hours than I can count since the start of September, I was surprised at how quickly I adjusted to working from home in my pajamas. There's really nothing quite like it, and the rest of corporate America could take a cue from the drawstring pajama pant. The fact that I'm writing a blog post at all signifies just how remarkably lucky I am to have power, Internet, an un-flooded apartment and all of my belongings. Despite a few moments of flickering power during the storm, my roommates and I sat chatting and eating as if New Jersey wasn't being destroyed a few miles away. Sure my visiting friend, Kristi, got stuck here for a few days past her intended departure date, but it was nothing that a quick drive to Philadelphia couldn't fix. She was happy to get hom