It’s deadline day tomorrow, so these past few days I’ve been cooped up in the flat like a baked spud in a microwave. I’m not doing too bad – most of my workload is all but completed but I still had two whole articles to write as of this morning. Instead of having another stint sitting at my desk for hours, I packed some stuff and went up the road to Atlee Park to work there. This, along with Quincy and going to bed ‘to think’, is one of the boons of working from home.
The weather was OK, but threatening to cloud over. I had the park to myself, apart from the occasional dog walker, and I got stuck into writing with birdsong for company. In just an hour I had written a complete article on strategic decision making and Buridan’s Ass, which I am just about to type up.
I had just finished writing when the cloud thickened and a Frisbee-flinging family arrived. They were welcome to the park – I’d had my fresh air, vitamin D intake and I got some work done. I packed up my stuff and came home.
I guess it beats working in a factory.