More than ready.
I need it to be Saturday.
I know I am lucky to have a job. I am lucky to have a job in a very stable industry (law – in California, are you kidding? Somebody is always suing somebody). I am lucky to have a job that I understand and can do a reasonably good job of. I am lucky to have a job where I can work from home. I am lucky that we can afford for me to work part time.
I am so f*cking lucky.
But today, I’m just tired. So very tired.
No, not tired.
And here’s the thing about working from home.
You never get a day off.
At least, I don’t.
Even when I am sick, I work.
I mean, why not? It seems silly not to.
I’m a legal word processor.
I sit in a chair and I type.
Another thing I’m lucky with – I have not been so sick that I can’t manage to sit in a chair and type.
I may feel lousy while I’m doing it, but I can do it.
And I’m not even sick today.
But hey, that’s why the god I don’t believe in made coffee, right?
So I’m sucking down that caffeine and eventually, I’ll face this work day.
And then it will be Saturday.