I’m back at home (working from home, that is) after 2 weeks (12 days to be exact!) of in-office doings, and it’s nice, Iron-and-Wine soundtracked, cozy and warm with caffeine at the ready—just as Snow-pac-looza-lypse emerges in all of its glory. In Old Man Winter’s honor I shall present this video, which dear friend S. sent me.
For you amateur documentarians and weather aficionados, here is an actual picture of my “backyard” (i.e., the view from my 2nd floor apartment’s southern-most window).
January 3, 2010. AKA, Day of Great Domesticity. All around the Internets it seems people are cooking and baking and huddling in their tiny and abnormally chilly apartments because it’s 20 degrees and snowing here in New York City.
I, for one, am cooking a lentil stew, with liberal use of red wine vinegar. I have watered the plants and checked to make sure they’re not freezing on my window ledges; I have dressed in ski socks, a flannel shirt, and am trying out the American Apparel shiny leggings. I think I might even like them.
What is it about working in an office that makes you soooo sleeeeepy ’round abouts 3 or 4 pm? This never happens to me when I’m working from home. I never take naps; instead, I feel like I’m constantly busy reading and writing and checking emails and, maybe, getting up to wash dishes or make my bed or fix something to eat.
Of course, if I had to, I could nap—and maybe that’s exactly why I don’t need to.
Your Unemployed Daughter finds herself in the awkward state of being, suddenly, rather employed.
Trust me, however, this will change nothing. Well, it will only change things for the better, because now you’re going to get to read me all over the GD place, and don’t we love that? (If you don’t love that, refrain from comment, please.)
Dear Readers—my apologies for this nerdsville techy post. Most likely, you’re out in the sun enjoying your extended weekend, and won’t even notice. I’ll write something real special for you tomorrow, I promise. And maybe this will help some errant blogger such as myself. If I can do a bit of good, it’s all worthwhile…
Ooh, I love it when I can (sort of) figure stuff out and feel smart. Or when things you think are going to be a big pain in the ass just turn out to be kinda easy.
