There is a particular kind of morning decision that does not get enough credit. Not what to eat, not what to work on first. What to wear. The Work From Home Uniform. When your commute is ten steps from your bedroom to your desk, the getting dressed part can feel pointless. And for a while, early in my work-from-home life, it was. Actual pajamas until noon. Sometimes beyond noon. The kind of shapeless comfort that felt fine in the moment and somehow deflating by 2pm. What shifted things for me was not a productivity hack or a morning routine overhaul. It was pajamas. Better ones. The kind that looked intentional…