There is a light and it never goes out

When in doubt, use a Smiths lyric for a heading.

I'm feeling slightly disconnected from my job today. I think I need to stop thinking of myself as working for people at a distance and just start looking at my job as being here, in my home office. And I have to keep reminding myself about how depressing working in an actual office setting can be. Working from home, I've grown to love not feeling the slight paranoia at the possibility of a boss peering into my office, or the feeling of melancholy that hovers over a group of people quietly doing office work. Maybe I'm projecting, but I always sense that sadness.

I'm going to put music on and work at my own pace. Then I am going for a walk. I'm not telling anyone what I am doing (except for you, Toe). And next week I will work in a cafe somewhere on the coast, tapping into some wireless network to send emails. My virtual face will always be the same, and the people I work for will never sense a slackening of work pace nor a decrease in quality. I am that good. But because I am working wherever whenever I want, I will be happier.

Happier, but not entirely happy. Work is still work, and one curse to being a whitecollar freelancer is that you can carry your work wherever you go. I love this sometimes, at others I hate it. Why can't I just take a vacation like normal people? I mean, aside from the fact that I have no pool of vacation hours, or even sick leave?

Am I venting? Or am I bragging?