www.inkthinkerblog.com — Okay, so Day 2 was kind of, um, less productive than Day 1, and Day 3 was somewhere in the middle. Today, however, I discovered the best/worst thing about working from home: At approximately 6:15 p.m. on nice evenings, an ice cream truck that plays “London Bridge” parks outside my house for approximately five minutes. This is good because it means that ice cream is readily available and is less than 100 feet from where I spend most of my time now. This is bad because it means that ice cream is readily available and is less than 100 feet from where I spend most of my time. And I hate “London Bridge.”
Another good thing about working from home is that I’m around for those important phone calls that I used to miss. Unfortunately, the one that came today was bad news: Our friend’s mom just died after a very long battle with breast cancer. I’m glad I was here to get the news in real time — finding that message on the answering machine is never a good thing — but frankly I’m never glad to get that kind of news, regardless of the delivery method.
My plan for my second wind (which is due any minute now, really), is to get my office organized before it’s time to watch part two of this week’s two-part House on Fox. The office is such a mess right now that I’ve been working in the living room the last couple of days. The cats seem to like it, but my back isn’t quite so pleased. (Note to self: Use first full-time freelancing paycheck to purchase new living room furniture.) However, the living room looks pretty darn good.
The plan for tomorrow: Get up early, head to the store for more lunch fixin’s and my new portable hard drive (this items are at two different stores, by the way), finish my two outstanding book editing quotes, dig into next week’s journal articles.
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Sorry about your friend’s mom, Kristen. :((
I love that you’ve realized that ice cream is both wonderful and evil. It’s a scoop of passive-aggressiveness, isn’t it? :))
My condolences on the loss of your friend’s mother.
I try to excavate my desk every few weeks, but it never ceases to amaze me how quickly it stacks up again.