Every day, when I wake up, I weigh the pros and cons of,

A) Going to the office, where I can work in a quiet and serious environment, but where pants are a necessity.

Or,

B) Staying at home to work, where I can be distracted and slack off, but where I can enjoy a luxurious pant-free environment.

Lately, it’s always been A, A, and A, you know?

Work is more important, I guess.

But then I started thinking: On Saturdays or Sundays — a day like today — when nobody comes in, why not work at the office in a pant-free environment?

Is the minimal, inconsequential risk of being caught, humiliated, and made the departmental weirdo not worth the carnal delights of smooth, non-chafed buttocks and the opportunity to feel the crisp, cool air on your loins — all the while doing earth-shattering mathematical research?

Your call, dear readers.