Tried to work from home yesterday morning. No dice. The still-packed boxes kept calling out to me: Chris, unpack us, unpack us! Unpack us, you obsessive compulsive freak. You know you can’t rest until we’re unpacked…
So I took the 9:50 train in. That sucked a *lot* more than the early train. With the commute bookending the workday, it sort of evens out. In the morning, I’m not really awake for the first half hour of the ride anyway. In the evening, I’m ready to zone out a little and watch the pretty rail-yards and low-rent housing go by. Taking the train in the middle of the day, I was fully aware of how I wasn’t being very productive.
Got a head shot for my publications yesterday. That was sort of fun. Apparently, I need to keep my chin up when being photographed. Don’t know yet how it turned out. If the statistics from the wedding hold, then 2 of those 20 pictures will be pretty good.
They keep telling me to find my feet because we’re about to get really busy. Woot!