Nothing funny about feldspar

One of the downsides of working from/at home is the perception that you are always available at the drop of a hat to do this or that or the other thing. Especially if you cultivate this perception by going to the grocery store on Tuesday morning, or visiting the local art museum on Thursday afternoon, or if you meet people for working breakfasts/lunches/coffees on a relatively random schedule.

So when you have work to do on Sunday, you work, because that’s precisely when you planned to do it, because you were doing all those other things during the week. Unfortunately, Plagioclase’s mother doesn’t see it that way — It’s Sunday! We’re supposed to be gardening! — and now she’s upset that we haven’t yet planted our tomato seedlings.

I think I’ll schedule that for Tuesday morning. Or maybe Thursday afternoon. Or maybe even next Sunday. What’s a week-end when you don’t have a week?