jusummerhayes

Home is...

..where I'm working today.

It's warm, quiet and a perfect environment in which to read dense, legal texts.

I'm lucky. I know that. If this was 2010 when I first set out on the self-employed road, right now, I'd be up sh*t creek.

Sorry, that sounds slightly gloating. I don't mean it that way; I'm simply pointing to the fact that I've still (for now) got my head above water.

I'm desperately trying to wean myself off Twitter, the Guardian and LinkedIn. I mean, I know there's probably nothing else worth commenting on than the nasty, nasty pandemic, but in trying to stay sane, absorbing too much of the gloom-sprayers' death-dealing prognosis, isn't good for my soul.

To my mind, and I've said it many times before, we can learn a lot from nature. I mean, just look at it now. Spring has emerged discreetly and we're all blessed by a few warm days, flowers showering us with love and excited birds all trying to get a march on their nearest rival. In short, it goes on — it has no choice — and I'm quite sure we're all doing that right now. Yes, it's nice or in some cases essential to know minute by minute the latest government advice, but I'm confident that our reptilian brain will be in high gear and we'll be taking all necessary steps to (hopefully) stay out of harm's way.

Since starting to type this, I've spoken to my boss. He's confirmed that the company has decided, save for the production side, that everyone can now work from home. That (in my humble opinion) is the right call. It delimits the risk still further.

Right, back to work Ju.

Deep bows.

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