The Perils of Working from Home

First, there are cats. Currently, one is at about eye-level with me. Sitting on my “desk,” obfuscating the screen of my laptop. If I move my arm towards her to mouse around, she will lay across that arm, thereby allowing me to see my display. It appears the problem is solved, but only until I need the keyboard once again.

Second, there is a dog. I tend to pace while on the phone; somewhat intentionally I leave my chair and the distraction of my laptop to focus on conversation. I walk from my bedroom, to the guest bedroom, and then back to my bedroom. The dog follows me. If we pass the cat, she meows at the dog. The dog sometimes barks back at the cat. And then I apologize to the person on the other end that can hear this home chaos.

The third of these may finally include non-animal-related hazards. For instance, the general proximity of the refrigerator and my propensity for snacks. Our very strange neighbor who is always always using power-tools. I try to avoid these pitfalls by changing venue – perhaps I can sit at the coffee table. Nope! That surface has been repurposed for a 1000-piece puzzle. Besides which, I need to feed my sourdough starter again. Back in a bit.