I went from 8:30am until 2:30pm without speaking to another human being. I don’t even think I talked to the dog. I left a couple of voicemails, but that doesn’t really count, does it? If it weren’t for the early morning oil change at Jiffy Lube, and escorting my daughter down the street and back again I would have had zero human interaction until 3pm when my c0-worker called. I was overly enthusiastic to hear from her. I probably freaked her out.
Working at home is great, really. Sometimes though, slipping behind the wheel of the car I realize I haven’t driven in three days. Three days! If I haven’t driven, then more than likely, except to walk the dog, I haven’t left the house. When I worked from home, the only times I can recall not having left the house for three consectutive days were post-childbirth and during epic snowfalls. Do I like this?
Enough about me. Randomly googling, I found a friend’s short story. Bob is also one of my former writing teachers (one of my favorites, in fact.)
Tomorrow we will leave this town for the day and go wild at King’s Dominion. I’m not a HUGE theme park fan (depending, of course on the caliber) but we wanted to do something nice with the kids and get outta dodge. This is a good opportunity for me to see some faces that aren’t related to me.
For those of you who like to read (I read sometimes far too much), you might enjoy Aaron Belz’s site. I was thinking of him since I just enjoyed an article he has in this month’s St. Louis Magazine — I’d link to the article but it’s not online just yet.
We’re experiencing an absolute downpour at the moment. It’s glorious and I’m glad I’m inside.
