Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Head status: Thick and snotty. Thank you, tree sex.

People think that freelance workers don’t have the Monday blues. Ha. Ha ha ha. What we don’t have are weekends, or evenings, or holidays, or vacations. Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely to be able to work from home in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, but there’s also the tendency to just keep working even after business hours (or your work hour quota, however you’re arranging it). One of the things I have tried to do time and time again is set specific hours when I’m working, and then stop after that time is up.

But it’s kinda hard to do that when you have to run errands, or someone decides that they want to talk to you even though you have fingers on keyboard and are typing away, or the cat’s puked in the living room once again and you need to get the steam cleaner out, or mirable dictu you get stuck into a project and don’t want to stop, or… Well, you get the idea. Because I’m at home I keep getting interrupted all throughout the day, so my actual work day lasts far longer than that of someone who spends eight hours in an office.

So, yeah, Monday sucks for all of us. In more pleasant news, I finished my birthday present to myself, a rather tasty pendant set with a carnelian and with a flame surround. Mind you, sawing out those flames was an adventure, but man, the end result is worth it.