What a little Nutella can do

The downside to taking a sick day on Friday was that I had to work from home this weekend. On the other hand, this was one of those writing assignments that are impossible to do when I'm actually at work, since either the phone's always ringing or a new email's blinking for my urgent attention or someone's popping by my cubicle to ask about something. So I was probably gonna have to write it at home anyway.

I didn't do anything about it on Friday; just made a quick pit stop at the office to pick up my laptop and some research materials. I was more glum (glummer?) when a colleague dropped off more research for me to wade through on Friday night. Yesterday, there was no way I was doing work after starting the day with a great long-distance phone call. So by default, today was D-day.

And what a D-day it was. I've been working since 10 am, fortified myself with a litre of water and the last two slices of bread with Nutella spread, and I've written propaganda with the finesse of a Hollywood script doctor dolling up the final version of POTUS's Inspirational Address for next summer's USA-saves-the-world blockbuster. And it's done.

The secret, really, to getting myself to do any work, is to dangle a suitable reward thereafter. (I'm such a puppy dog.) Today's reward: swing by Camper's Corner to peruse its range of Geckos, then consider whether Hush Puppies sandals on sale at Great World City are the better buy. I'm off!