And the snow continues…
Kind of a bummer feature of working from home is that, beyond household emergencies and dire illness, there are really no (good) excuses to be had for not going to work. There could be seven feet of snow, covered with ice, hail the size of tennis balls filling the air, and I could still make my way to the workshop.
Essentially, if I can get out of bed I can get to work.
Generally this is fine because, frankly, I’ve got it pretty good. I start and stop working when it suits me; my total commute from breakfast table to sewing machine is about 17 seconds and free; my attire is limited only by its functionality; I always have a home-cooked meal for lunch (well, OK, sometimes it’s just a can of soup, but I still get to eat it out of my favourite bowl); and if I get tired of listening to the CBC, or need an energy boost I can play music like the Joel Plaskett Emergency‘s rockin’ (and so apropos today) “Snowed In/Cruisin‘”.
But one thing I can’t do is fake a sick call to go play in the snow.
Of course, I can just go.