I’m sitting here typing this post on a typewriter-key keyboard with a bowl of Chinese food perched rather precariously in front of it. Normally, I take a proper lunch break by sitting somewhere more disability-friendly than my desk and read (or listen) to a book, but today my self-appointed manager is in the shower and I can get away with working through lunch. Chekov, my service dog, is lying on the floor behind my chair curled up on the oversized pillow bed that was originally purchased for Boo (my now-retired service dog). He doesn’t much care for my office, he much prefers when I take my normal lunch break elsewhere.