Disclaimer: ‘Working from Home’ actually means slothing in bed, occasionally interrupted by ringing phones. Is slothing a word? It should be a verb, in my opinion.
So far Day 2 is going spectacularly well, in that I am eating cold pizza and drinking the remains of a glass of wine that remained on my bedside table from when I fell asleep last night without finishing it. I am all about the Hedonistic Breakfast.
I do hope to manage some domestic chores today as the upside of earning much less when Working from Home is supposed to be having the opportunity to carry on a regular life, slightly interspersed with periods of crisis solving and tourism empire management. I have big plans, which include full roast beef dinner tonight, much laundry and some personal grooming.
Unfortunately, I also big doubts about how much of this will be accomplished. I know me, you see, and I know also that arsing about, reading, seems a much more attractive alternative. I will have to get out of bed at some point, though, if only for the reason that I think I am getting bedsores.