I've just worked a marathon. Came home yesterday part-way through the day, feeling nauseous and rotten. Of course, right off the bat, I thought it had to be stress or some emotional affliction. Funny, I always go there first!
But my tum was upset for real - and workwise I still had reason to think it was stress. I worked on a copydeck for a "website refresh" until 10pm - tho in between had some pasta (food sometimes helps, right?) and helped Charlie with his homework.
Was back up and at it at 7 this morning, figuring I'd do a bit then go to work, but, again, my tum and the proximity of the facilities kept me home. I worked through to 2:30 and seeing that I'd actually done all the work I needed to do - which was an awesome amount - I gently plopped myself into bed and slept for two hours.
The revelation: I can get an insane amount of work done from home.
Fewer distractions and interuptions combined with the necessity of a deadline are great for productivity. I also think that much slower internet service and a small laptop screen help to keep me from the distractions of the wretched WWW.
I feel like I'm read-read-reading compulsively, and I'm therefore vowing to stay off the morbidly attention-getting "'net" during my working hours. Oh yes I am. If I can go through all my magazines and get the keepers down to less than 20, I can stay off the internet for personal reading while at work. If I can actually part with a large chunk of my china, I can do it.
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I've got this weird craving for a gin and tonic. I'm thinking since my gut is still gurgling I'd best not give into it.