Almost as soon as I finished my from work post yesterday, my husband asked me if I’d like a ride home. I accepted readily and quietly; I was in that phase of things where no matter what you say, opening your mouth will release a flock of shitting harpies. After all, my head space was throwing a strop because I had nothing to drink and I was going to starve ’cause I couldn’t talk to people, woe is me, etc. I think most of us recognize that particular brain trap all too well.
So I went home. And my brain immediately did its best to make me feel like a total skiver. I felt contentment (complete with warm glow), and was productive on tinkering with blog things here. I realized that Askimet had eaten all my comments, I finally remembered to turn Cloudflare on, and I even remembered to do smart things like asking search indexes to actually index my blog. I really am enjoying finding these little ways to make this space more user-friendly, easier to find, and all of that jazz. So I was doing something, but not yanno… the things that help the family pay the bills.
My husband is a good thinker though, and did me the favor of bringing the case of things I’d taken into the office back to the house. Well durr, I can totally work on things from home. I’ve done that in the past, after all; the nature of my employ is that sort of flexible. I’m not going to throw myself in headfirst, ’cause I don’t want to risk undoing what progress towards sanity I’ve managed to cling onto, but at least I *think* I’m feeling together enough to try and be properly productive. We’ll see. Circumstances mean I’ll only have to think about filling in an hour or two this afternoon, so fingers crossed that will be within my means.