home base

a terrible insomnia last night lead me to call into work this morning pleading to work from home (well not exactly pleading – i phoned in at 8 and said “i’m working from home today”). on my morning coffee break i went outside and split a bunch of firewood. at lunch i walked to the post office to get the mail. in between such excitement i’ve answered a bunch of emails, talked on the phone a lot (union-related) and otherwise done what i would be doing in the office if i were there (working some and slacking off some….)

i am thinking to ask my boss if i can regularly work from home – once a week or something like that. it’s much more productive for me without a constant stream of people coming by – and when it comes to writing, nothing beats a quiet space. she indicated before this would likely be okay but i haven’t really gone back to formalize the process because of strike business and other events. maybe for the new year.

spent saturday night in the city at a party – was reminded how quickly things become not-home – after only a few months. i was very glad to come home to the coast on sunday, very glad that every night i come home here where it is quiet and i am relatively anonymous and there is no scene to fit into (well, there is one, but i don’t feel drawn to it). despite that feeling, i was happy to hang out with some friends i haven’t seen for awhile, and it seems that there will be at least a handful of people here for new year’s eve.

the fire is inducing a torpor in me – it is very warm in my living room at the moment – i must finish my job-work for the day…..