Once a winter I get sick. As far as I am concerned, the sooner the better – last Christmas I drove from Boston to Kingston and then Toronto whilst delerious. So I wasn’t totally disappointed this morning when I woke up feeling like a Tombstone lunger. So I’ll sit here in front of the TV, with a laptop in my… lap, just like the good old days when I worked from home everyday as an editor. Consciousness – coffee – Columbo. Day after day after day. Rise and shine, imbibe caffeine and then religiously watch a 30-year-old police show everyday before starting my first keystroke of work.
Do I miss that? Kinda. But I also had to eat dog food back then. So I’m just fine with the whole rat race thing.
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