Word of the Week #207:
So, all my life, I have worked from home.
I mean, okay, “home” is a weird topic, right now, but that is an entirely different thing.
Anyway, spending long hours sitting in front of my Mac, typing away furiously with nary a distraction, that has been my life for as long as I can remember… Or at least as long as I have had a Mac…
Hence, imagine my consternation when the one time I decide working from home is not going to be enough, the entire world seems to want to reverse course. And that too when I was just beginning to feel at home where I currently am. Now, the stores and malls and, well, everything is closing around me.
Fate has a keen sense of irony.
I have little food, little money, and little reason to stay, but I don’t think I should leave either. Also, I don’t want to leave.
I plan to stay my ground and fight for the home I’ve built, here.
The vibes, right now…
When the gusts came around to blow me down…
That song is just perfect…
But it doesn’t end on a pleasant note.
Then again, what does?
