One good thing about working from home: when the dog wakes you up by barking to go out at 5:30 in the morning, you know you’ll be able to come back inside and go back to sleep for another two or three hours. I’m not sure I would have made it through the day if that had been pretty much it, my final wake-up call. It was tough enough as it is.
I basically got one thing done today. Of course, another way of looking at that is: I got something done today! There’s a whole line or other somethings right behind it, and there are still i’s to be dotted and t’s to be crossed. But the heavy lifting on at least one project — not the whole book, but this one review report on it — is finally done.
Although I swear I lost a couple of hours along the way. Maybe they got washed away in the snow? It did snow briefly here today, didn’t it?
There’s something weirdly exhilarating, but also crazy-making, about having so much work to do that you lose track of whole hours. I know time is supposed to be fleeting and all, but this just seems like time is showboating, if you ask me.