Back to work. 
Though I won’t be going in.
After dodging it through three years of global pandemic, I finally have some variant of covid. I suspected I did, now I know I do. I’ve been a lot sicker in recent memory than I am right now, so that’s a blessing. Still doesn’t feel great, though. Plus, I was really looking forward to going in to the building to say hi to everybody. 

It won’t be so bad, doing it from behind my desk. I really like my desk, I’m very proud of it. Mostly I’ve designed the layout, after a fashion, from the perspective of my web cam. The leading lines do work, and I made sure certain things are visible. 

I’ve come to realize just how many things I treasure from the 1950s now that I’ve made a selection of what to put on display. The typewriter might be a step too far, but it’s a Hermes, the same model that Neuromancer was written on. So I can always have that in my back pocket in a meeting.

I’m very glad that I’ll be able to be up in my office, able to swing down to help at a moments notice. But I’m troubled by the fact that...I’ll be able to be up in my office, able to swing down to help at a moments notice. What moments are worth the notice? When do I swing down and when do I stay? 

I’ve spent the past month helping most of the time and I’ve enjoyed almost all of it. It’s a treasure. So to have that treasure at arms length might be very distracting indeed. Not only is it a pleasure to spend time with Abby and Roby, it has the danger of feeling incredibly productive. I’m there helping, being a good Dad, wether or not I love it, it’s a good thing to do. 

But so is working, providing for them is a good thing to do, too. I just need to figure out how to advance my career a bit and make the time up in this loft really worth it.

I swear this website is going to be migrated by the end of the week. Mark my words.