I was just shutting down my computers (yes, one for work and one for home, 40 horizontal inches of cinema screen and more mice than I can handle), rubbing my eyes and wondering how many days in a row I can do this. I got up at eight after taking a rare night off, and worked straight through the day until midnight. I stopped to pick the kids up from camp at five, and long enough to heat up some chicken tenders and run the baths, but aside from that I’ve been tattooing my ass with the Aeron Wave office chair pattern.
The kids pretty much put themselves to bed, and stayed there with only the occassional crash of something knocked to the floor off a night stand by a flung limb.
A little while ago Daphne came in and mumbled about needing a sip of her water—the one on my desk—and thank goodness she did or I’d never have noticed that the plastic seam had separated oh-so-slightly and was leaking water all over my workspace. No biggie. The monitors, computers, scanner, printer, phone, flash drives, mouse pads, and cameras should be fine. What’s a little flood?
Anyway, I had just hit the shut down buttons on one computer and was going for the next when I heard a shifting noise coming from the leather chair behind me. There was Daphne, gettting comfortable while she waited for me to finish. She just can’t sleep knowing I’m still out here working.