work ethic be damned.

so, in theory, i'm working from home today. i say in theory becuase i'm making about as much progress as someone going up the down staircase leading to the 6 platform at union square at rushour: not much.
this is due, first and foremost, to the fact that i find my job dull and tedious. and editing is not really my idea of a good time, particularly when i'm editing travel guides to exotic and wonderful places that my company does not pay me enough to ever see outside of a guidebook. this is also due to the fact that i got a rather late start. the sad fact of the matter is that when neither boy nor i have anywhere to be immediately, we have a tendency to be very fond of sleeping in and flolloping around as long as possible. as such, we did not emerge from slumber until about a quarter to noon, after which there was coffee to be drunk, dishes to be done, showers to be had and housekeeping skills to mock (and, of course, associated reassurances and apologies to extract). so, really, my workday didn't really start until about 12:45.