My neighbor Steve called me today, worried because Smokey, the big black cat we share, seems to be losing hair. Did I know why?
"It's summer. And he's a cat."
Working from home leads to an odd juxtaposition of technical crises with family and neighborhood events. I'm a writer, editor, and Web content producer for a high tech company. That means working the same hours I would if I were in San Jose, and keeping a phone by me at all times. But my lunch break can be spent cooking an omelette instead of driving to Subway, and my coffee breaks are out on the front lawn supervising Sheba the deaf white cat and chatting with neighbors and Ralph the mailman.