When most people go looking for a moral compass or spiritual guide, they probably turn to the wisdom of somebody like Moses or Shakespeare or Barack Obama.
I, well… I usually go for Jim Henson’s Muppets.
Except for a jaunt to a neighborhood bar and a Super Bowl gathering, I’ve been sticking close to the coop since the big snow hit. I worked from home yesterday, which led to drinking between two and three entire pots of coffee. Consequently, I couldn’t fall asleep until around 3 a.m. and then I woke up an hour later thinking my face had broken out in hives. (It hadn’t.)
Two of my good friends in D.C. work from home every day and I’ve also got some journo-pals who are trying to do the freelance thing. Starting my second day of working from the dining room table with another big snow on the way, I’m wondering how they keep out the crazy.
In addition to working yesterday, I’ve also baked cookies, crocheted half of a hat, done laundry, deep-cleaned the kitchen, gone jogging thrice, shoveled snow and listened to about eight hours of old This American Life episodes since Sunday morning.
I guess some people might call that being productive. I call it…