Today I'm sitting in bed, still wearing my pajama pants, eating a warm bowl of SpaghettiOs in an attempt to get over the strep throat my wife decided to pass along to me. A decade ago I would've used this as an excuse to stay home and watch movies all day, but with video chat, a long task list, and a thick broadband pipe, I've done three conference calls and completed two projects propped up against a stack of pillows that just simply don't seem to be comfortable no matter how much I punch them.
After leaning over my laptop for a few hours I'm beginning to yearn for the stability of my office chair in the comfort of the desk in front of me. Consolidating to a single screen rather than the triple display at the office only adds insult to injury, and I find myself spending half of my time minimizing and maximizing windows as I copy, paste, reply, and create.
My wife being a stay-at-home mom actually makes things even more difficult. When she saw me watching a YouTube video (I was doing research for a project, I promise) she immediately assumed that I was just goofing around and could help out. Plop! Went our nine month old daughter into my lap, and I heard my wife say as she left the room "would you hold Katy for a second while I get a couple things done?" As a dad I am always thrilled to hold one of my girls, but this little one seemed determined to type out her memoirs on my keyboard, and I spent the next 10 minutes repeatedly pulling her back like I was reeling in a 15 pound trout.
I must be getting old, because I find myself thinking things like "when I was younger we didn't have these fancy lap dance computers or intelli-phones. When we got sick we stayed home from work so we could walk to the doctor in the snow, uphill both ways..."
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