The Crowded Nest

Sunday morning. Apartment is a disaster, so at Caffe Vita trying to go through my photos. My computer is hung over and slow right now, I haven’t managed to crop a single one. I am doing some defragging and hoping that the rearrangement of the colored squares will make the Viao happy.

So instead, let’s discuss working at home’s impact on the ‘home’. I mistakenly thought, oh, I will have more time to straighten as I go. I can do laundry between conference calls and sweep during them. The master of efficiency I will be. No, no and no. I eat 2-3 meals a day at home. Meals make dishes. Dishes need to be washed. The echo in my apartment prohibits me from even stretching, so doing dishes, sweeping or scrubbing, forbidden. If I’m not on the phone, I’m at the keyboard. I don’t get paid to think, its talk and type. If I wore Swiffer shoes, I could polish small circles around my feet. When the day is over, I’m so caged tweety the last thing I feel like doing is cleaning.

The caged bird problem has also impacted my blogging. The days over. Give me bubble tea and Broadway. No more apartment.

But, Lisa, don’t you have a laptop? Doesn’t Seattle have oodles of wireless coffee shops? Couldn’t you just… yes, that’s why I’m here. Problem partially solved, but a barista is not going to scrub my wok.