By the good grace of some higher power I managed to avoid working from home during the 2020 lockdown.
Instead, each day I drove to a vacant Airbnb and worked in blissful solitary.
This year I am not in the same situation. I am at home with my wife and two children.
And though I love them all dearly, I now realise my depth of feeling for them was in part generated by the daily nine-hour absence my job required.
I understand they have had the same epiphany.
For a week now my office has been my son’s bedroom, which I share it with my wife in two hour slots throughout the day.
Unfortunately the slot system doesn’t really work and neither is the office some magical place in which you are free from distraction.
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