Day one of freedom! I can’t believe I’m on the other side now. I spent the whole weekend reveling (and being ridiculous in forgetting to take my camera to a fancy Italian dinner which, funnily enough, was memorably awful so no pics are needed) thusly:
I admit, I was pretty shocked that the whole office thing was over–and spent way too much time hoping I wouldn’t turn into a queen procrastinator of the first degree once I started working from home on Monday. I mean, I used to wake up at 1 pm–right in time for Law and Order SVU–during grad school, and spent the first two (jobless) weeks in Trinidad last year doing… well, not much more than that.
Then again, back then I didn’t have a blog, or freelance work, or some sewing shenanigans in the planning, or a running habit that necessitates 6 am wake-up calls back then. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t slightly nervous that I’d go back to Lazy Laura ways.
In the end, however, I’m happy to report that today has gone swimmingly well despite a rough start. Here’s what actually transpired:
5:30 am–wake up with a start. Realize I don’t have to go to the office anymore. Pinch myself hard, considering I’m still half asleep. Go back to sleep.
6:00 am–alarm goes off for my morning run. Hit snooze. Sit up, snarffle, blow nose for three minutes. Is it a cold, a rain-induced return of the allergies, or the sort of sick you get when you finally relax/go on holiday/end the term/quit your job? Decide to decide when the alarm goes off again.
6:09 am–alarm goes off again. Still snarffly. Sit up and debate whether breathing through nostrils is strictly necessary while running. Imagine how kickass I’d feel starting off Freelance Laura Life with a kickass four-mile run. Put on my workout pants, blow nose twice. Hope gravity will kick in and I can breathe again.
6:18 am–gravity doesn’t kick in. Sneeze ten times, blow nose, sneeze six times more. Decide the run is just not happening. Worry about setting a bad precedent for myself. Sneeze three more times. Try to sleep.
6:20 am–too awake from my deliberations to sleep. Realize being sick lets me off precedent setting. Read in bed for an hour and copiously wipe nose. Fall asleep.
9:20 am–wake up. Nose is much better–I can make do with one working nostril. Smile at Husband being up, breakfasted and caffeinated, before me for once. Shower, eat breakfast:
Throw coconut for dog:
Spot an iguana fight and a bird fight. Realize that I’ve put on actual clothes, very light makeup, and contacts. Pat myself in the back for not spending day in pajamas and promise myself a small bit of fabric for being so sartorially conscious.
11:15 am–Freelance Laura Time! Need to hustle before the computer goes for a ride to gets Microsoft Office installed. Realize that I can paint nails and let them dry while I type. Cackle at how the people in my (old) office do not have this luxury.
1:15 pm–finish Freelance Laura Time. Pack up computer, see it (and Husband) off. Channel my inner Nigella Lawson and go on a cooking frenzy:
2:00 pm–eat lunch leftovers from Sunday night’s Pollo Tropical (purchased because there was no running water on Sunday.) Wonder why daytime TV is so crappy on a Monday. Wish I’d chosen Tuesday as my first day at home so I could celebrate with a Law and Order SVU binge. Decide I deserve a nip of whiskey later for not wanting to eat bonbons all day.
2:30 pm–websurf. Wonder whether it’s still the term all the cool folks use. Feel sorry for Husband when I end up using his computer–it’s way slower than mine. Wonder whether I pity him enough to make him cookies. Nah.
2:47 pm–sewing time! Cut strips of fabric for dress neck and sleeve edges. Think about how I’m going to post about it on the blog as a sewing lesson. Realize I can’t blog about it because the dress is a surprise for someone else. Wonder why I ever promise surprise sewings to family members. Realize I wasn’t so virtuous after all because I bought matching fabric for me. Hope I haven’t said too much.
5:52 pm–planned walk gets trumped by much-needed rain. Think how weird it is not to have left my house today. Wonder if I’d make a good hermit. Sew some more, get dinner going.
7:30 pm–dinner is served, with much less hustle and sweatiness than usual because I didn’t rush around like a chicken with its head cut off. Hold off on blogging my dinner so I can write down the recipe and put it on the blog. Decide readers deserve a snap of it. Put snap up anyway:
8:00 pm–watch documentary on bullfighters. Wonder if I could wear garish-colored sequined satin capris (and how the bullfighters manage to look manly while wearing them.) Have a teeny siplet of whiskey. Realize I’m definitely cut out for this life–as long as I make it out of the house at least every other day.
9:30 pm–blog-reading, blog-writing, tea-sipping. Contemplate buying an ottoman. Realize I never thought of these things while I was working. Vow not to go furniture-crazy. Go back to chillin’.
Sum total: no bonbons were eaten! No running or exercising happened, but that’s because I had the snarffle situation going on. I was highly productive, didn’t lose my mind, and still managed to have too much to say at dinner (another irrational fear about working from home).
I think I’m going to be just fine. And very busy, too–watch out for some big announcements this week!