This will be the day that is
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's good to have decisions made for me by other people. (I have never understood that wanting-to-rule-the-world thing, nor even the wanting-to-be-in-charge-of-anything thing. Except perhaps my own participation, I quite like being in charge of that. But I still want someone else to tell me how to participate, mostly.) Dinner plans tonight are cancelled, in view of inclemency. (It is snowing again as I speak, and by this evening? There is doubt about trains and such. Official doubt, even.) Which means that for definite I am staying home. I shall assemble a big warming pot of mutton chilli with black beans, and let it stew slowly, slowly while I try to work.
I know I've mentioned it before, but it is odd how hard it's suddenly become to work at home. It is just the distractability of me, the flibbertigibbet that is my butterfly mind, which of course I have always had; but I haven't always had the distractions here at my desk. E-mail and internet are obvious; also a new OS to play with (I have an Ubuntu Toolbox book right here by the keyboard, and a firm intent to learn), and research materials, and admin stuff, and and and. And coffee and biscuits and cats. And cookery downstairs, and the house all about me with stuff that needs done, and shops without, and and and.
If I had webcams, you could compare and contrast: Chaz at the Lit & Phil, working fairly solidly, maybe taking a ten-minute break to read a paper but otherwise at the keyboard tappety-tap for a thousand words or more; Chaz at home, writing four words and then flicking to the e-mail, checking LJ, wandering downstairs to stir something, coming back, checking LJ, looking at the work, writing twenty words, googling...
I should probably do something about this. Usually, of course, the easiest thing to do is go to the Lit & Phil. But I need a fallback, for snow days and weekends. The discipline of yesteryear, that would be the thing. I wonder if I can remember how it worked?
I know I've mentioned it before, but it is odd how hard it's suddenly become to work at home. It is just the distractability of me, the flibbertigibbet that is my butterfly mind, which of course I have always had; but I haven't always had the distractions here at my desk. E-mail and internet are obvious; also a new OS to play with (I have an Ubuntu Toolbox book right here by the keyboard, and a firm intent to learn), and research materials, and admin stuff, and and and. And coffee and biscuits and cats. And cookery downstairs, and the house all about me with stuff that needs done, and shops without, and and and.
If I had webcams, you could compare and contrast: Chaz at the Lit & Phil, working fairly solidly, maybe taking a ten-minute break to read a paper but otherwise at the keyboard tappety-tap for a thousand words or more; Chaz at home, writing four words and then flicking to the e-mail, checking LJ, wandering downstairs to stir something, coming back, checking LJ, looking at the work, writing twenty words, googling...
I should probably do something about this. Usually, of course, the easiest thing to do is go to the Lit & Phil. But I need a fallback, for snow days and weekends. The discipline of yesteryear, that would be the thing. I wonder if I can remember how it worked?