The magic of your meta – who and where you are and what you’re doing – is enough. Enjoy it!!
Tired of working at home. I’ve said that already, right? Once more…. F/CK WFH.
11:55am and Henry is asleep in the stroller, in my office. Which is not starting to feel more like an office and less a dumping ground for the big kids.
Just brought back to life another lead, one that has a good value to it. All I need is approval essentially on one thing, and I’m sending this guy a contract. The AE story and notebooks are the architecture for everything.
Engineering the day and my mood, the writing and working from home differently, much I hate it. Today has been sharply challenging for us, with Henry crying and groaning, Melissa and I taking turns…. We agree it’s not working, and the little beat may have to go to daycare of some kind. Or…. Back to Melissa’s mother’s house where there can be help from someone who’s not working, her mom.
Garbage man pulls up… oh yeah, it’s Tuesday. Again I forget. IT’S NOT WEDNESDAY.
No music when I go get lunch, sandwiches from Oliver’s. Reading or I mean listening to Ms. Lawson read. Everything in her book, Furiously Happy, blending into my AE life… this reminds me, for some reason, I need to write a rec letter for that former student. This quite possibly, no it is, my last rec letter, EVER. Happy to do them, but they’re a quintessential pain.
Henry still asleep. Thought he just woke, from Melissa speaking in the other room or the sound of these types.
Darg changes, by the day. How can I consider it a day’s work when each day in this covid world is its own distinguished composition. Not that it’s special, with a tux and cufflinks or anything, or British, just unique, autonomous, like you’ve never heard the song before.