The problem about working from home that I discovered today is the lack of quick access to amenities. Whereas in the office there was always someone with an emergency stash of chocolate for moments of panic, when I had a little media-induced freakout earlier today, my quest for comfort through eating was only rewarded with leftover beet salad. A little too worthy, really.
So I decided to head to a cafe for some kind of slab of cake, but by the time I got here the edge was off my panic and I settled for black coffee. Boring. Or good for me? Time will tell.
