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Self-deception is a fine art with a long and hallowed tradition. I’ve been getting gold stars in it since primary school.
In order to celebrate my continued success in this arena, I thought I’d lay out and admire how badly I deceive myself about how I spend my weekdays.
Continue reading “How I believe I spend my day vs how I actually spend my day”
Monday was my first day back in the office after two weeks of lying in the sun editing my book and keeping His Royal Fluffiness company.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my work (most days), but going back after time off is like falling through the ice on a pond.
Worse, His Royal Fluffiness gets lonely. And he still hasn’t figured out how to use his new cat flap since the lion cat incident, so when I go to work he’s locked in all day and I feel terrible. Is having to sit by the door for eight hours to let the cat in and out a good excuse for not going to work?