A hot stove, one of the many unpleasant places where I do not have to work
As we enter week three of remodeling at my rented house, it seems like a good time to remember that working from home on a computer—even with nail guns going off everywhere—is awesome compared to historical models of human work. My laptop does not emit searing heat or suck my fingers into belts. Except when I instruct it accordingly via Spotify, it does not make a deafening noise. As I write this, I am working from the sofa and not a poorly-ventilated factory where I also live. I live and work in a poorly-ventilated house! My point is that being a freelance writer is really easy and pleasurable in the grand scheme of work, and I should not complain even though I had to work yesterday, too. Corollary: you should not complain even though there is no blog today, because I’ve had to work my ass off this morning and all you have to do is read. I assume you read Combat! blog from a Starbucks on the beach and not from an office or whatever. Anyway, you might read this article by Ezra Klein on the new Vox website about how our ability to think clearly actually goes down when we’re thinking about stuff related to our political beliefs. Or you can read Matthew Yglesias’s humorously enraged rant about Amtrak boarding policy. Or you can read this paragraph over again and imagine me whispering it in your ear as I gently gather your hair behind your neck. My phone buzzes, but I don’t even look at it for like, several seconds.