Wow

I’ve spent almost all weekend working in front of the computer. I’d say it’s half and half; half work stuff, half stuff for side projects.

Ever since I started working from home, I’ve felt a little scattered and unfocused. I’d try to get in the zone, but either phone calls or IM chats would interrupt me and I’d never feel like I was really digging in.

Well, not so the past few days. This weekend marks the first time where I’ve been able to turn the music up, put my head down, and really just crank away. And it feels fucking good.

But… I’ll admit that the whole hermit thing is wearing a bit thin. I’ve been going several days now where the only folks I talk to are the people who serve me coffee at Gallery Cafe, at the end of my street. In fact, even though I bought a pound of coffee beans from them, I still walk down there for coffee because otherwise… I’d never leave the house.

Today, walking back down my street, I started to feel this slight aversion, a slight prickling of the skin, as I walked back into my apartment. God help me, I think I may start to develop cabin fever, and a genuine urge to get out of the house.

Homebody that I am, this is an interesting shift to notice (albeit a slight one). I’ll let you know what happens as the week progresses.