In another month or so, I’ll be coming up to nearly a year of working from home. Perhaps I’ll put a candle on a small cake, make a wish that COVID19 will do one and that I’ll be able to carry on from home. I appreciate that for long term homeworkers, I’m very much a newbie. But, hey, we’re all n00bs at some point. 👍
I’ve blogged before on how well this setup suits me. No time wasted on commuting or walking between meetings, only to find there’s little that couldn’t have been done remotely and that’s there’s less time to do the tasks that need doing.
Other than those happy benefits, and that I’m quite a home body, one of the things I’ve loved about working from home is our two dogs. As much as there’s virtual company of the human sort on the computer screen, to have your doggo cuddle up to you while you type, is rather nice.
Other than the company, there’s the slight risk of meeting bombing by them woofing in there sleep or the occasional silent but deadly emission. 🙂 All of those break up the day. Those and the magical clock that seems to exist within each hound, reminding them to wake up, shake noisily, and look hopeful as it’s nearly walk o’clock. At weekends, the hounds like a longish walk, so the Every Lovely Mrs J and I get to wander around and enjoy a chat. Conversely, the kids get time in the house to be loud and have some time away from us.