Night on Portobello Road

I didn't leave the house at all yesterday. I didn't even open the front door. I had work, work, work.

I can already see the downside to working at home -- it's harder to turn your brain off. After all, your computer is always sitting there, just beckoning you to check e-mail or otherwise engage with the world of making a living. "Something important might have happened within the last five minutes!" it says, calling, calling.

This new job is like a big jigsaw puzzle. I have to fit lots of pieces together -- lots of schedules, lots of communication. I lie awake at night sometimes thinking, "If I have this person work these classes and this other person work these classes..." (I'm scheduling substitute teachers, remember?)

Yesterday I also managed to do laundry, and vacuum the house, and read a few pages of "Treasure Island" on my lunch break. (Leftover chicken hacked into chicken salad, with a handful of our home-grown tomatoes!) But still: Work, work, work.

Maybe I'm just out of the rhythm of working. That could be why a busy day feels so draining.

At any rate, I think today won't be as crazy. Hopefully I'll be able to go for a run and maybe get over to Trellick Tower to shoot some graffiti pictures.

I hasten to add that I am not complaining. Having work, even when it keeps your mind racing as you lie in bed at night, is better than having no work at all!