Get to work


Like anyone else, I struggle with motivation on Mondays. It’s tough to buckle down and work. (Yes, I do some real writing, in addition to this silly blog and all the horsing around.)

But I work from home with no editor peering over my shoulder.

Yet I still feel like I’m being watched. All the time.

Because I am.

My personal micromanager, peering through the window, just beyond my printer:



Unfortunately, her definition of “work” does not involve a laptop or hours behind a desk.

Did someone say Gator?