working from home

it's always like this
working from home, making zilch
no motivation



Here I am, blogging again, about how I shouldn't be. I guilt myself into it every time, and by the time I'm done, another load of laundry has been left unfolded, and another cup of coffee has been downed. If I'm serious about this blog, I'm just going to end up a wrinkly spaz. That should work--nothing short of unordinary.

But I'm ready for a new adventure. No, that doesn't include going to two weddings in one weekend. No, that doesn't mean balancing my checkbook. No, that doesn't mean waxing my car.

It means I'm ready to drive. Somewhere. Anywhere. I've never taken a full-blown road-trip, and I'm beginning to be concerned that the chance never will come around.

Vacation = family vacation. Every single time. How handy that I can work for my parents without them having to worry whether I'll have a job this summer, or whether I can get time off to go with them different places they've chosen to go.

Granted, I still love our annual beach vacation. But every other time I've taken off, it's been for family. Weddings are necessary. Yes. But family reunions are not. Fun. But not necessary.

I'm starting to feel that a road trip is necessary. Something along the lines of spending time with the road.

Maybe I should read about it. I do have every night off.
Who has a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance that I can borrow?
I've already read On The Road. Thank God I don't know any Dean Moriartys.