I didn’t have to commute. And no commute means …
time to sleep in later
while still starting earlier
and not burning through extra gas (at these prices)
And hazelnut coffee with a hint of cinnamon.
Plus… suits schmoots! I love working in PJs.
And taking a break to take a shower.
And dressing in comfortable, completely-unacceptable-at-the-office clothes.
And getting work stuff done, while getting a load of laundry done.
And having pizza for lunch. From the pizzeria down the street, which has real pizza… instead of the crappy cafeteria pizza.
Normally when there’s a Friday-work-from-home, it’s because I’m planning to go somewhere. No sense in adding an extra 45 minutes to any journey I might undertake, which on a weekend is usually to see the ‘rents. (Commuting will kill you, doncha know?) But I try not to visit my parents on Memorial Day weekend. The route to M&D’s is also the route to the shore, and I can’t see spending an extra 3 hours on a good day, let alone at these gas prices.
So here it is… the weekend finally arrived… and I’m chillin’. Hope things are good in your corner of the world.
PS Happy birthday to Miss Libby and Uncle Steve.