It’s my last day of vacation. A lot happened in the past two weeks.
The floor is down in the new office:
(You may remember it looking like this.)
Some things I did:
baked, set up a home office, read, wrote, published, sold some work, took on an art job, slept for days, drank 500 pots of coffee, listened to hours of late-night conspiracy radio, watched cartoons, played with the cats, hung out with the husband, hung out with friends, worked on two novels, and applied for freelance writing work.
I wish I didn’t have to go back. I wish I could work from home instead.
I’d get so much done if I could work here. I’d use breaks so productively, on things like organizing the new spaces. And going on grocery runs. And doing the laundry, in our dark, scary basement…
Shit. Well, maybe that can be the husband’s job instead.