I dream of an office, unfettered by crap;
Of a laptop that won't get so hot in my lap.
A week when departmental meetings are few,
And I sit in my office not sure what to do.

Teaching and research get my full attention,
The distracting chores go undone without mention.
And sometimes I'll come in to find a whole day full
Of nothing to do but reflect on my navel.

On those sunny days in October I'd bask
On the lawn; tell me please is this too much to ask?