There are a lot of things I love about working from home. Like, for instance, not worrying about whether I’m wearing pajamas when a client calls at 10:30. Or telling everyone I have a “meeting”, when I’m really getting my hair done. Or leaving halfway through the day to go work out.
But in December, there’s one other thing I love. Things usually die down a little, and I sometimes spell myself off through the day by completing that oh-so-important task that I’d normally scramble to finish once I got home from work.
That’s right. I do my Christmas baking.
The rest of the year, the self-employed workaholic in me freaks right the hell out at the first sign of a slow period. But in December? Well, whatever. After the 15th, I’m happy to work a couple of hours a day, bake some shortbread, do a little more, make a tart, touch up some copy, make some peppermint bark. It’s all good.
Really, really, pepperminty good.