Oh, god, me too. Even before covid, and when I was living in the same place as my office, I only had to go in one morning a week. How did I ever cope with being stuck there every day?
Natter 78: I might need to watch some Buffy for inspiration
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm in the office two days a week and I am gradually sliding into WFH being less worky as Work Brain doesn't want to engage. OTOH it's an office wide schedule, so in-office days tend to get filled up with meetings (even though they are still mostly Zoom meetings as a lot of people are remote), so there is a certain amount of Can't Actually Do Work that happens then. Quite a lot of Why Shouldn't I Slack Off pretty much whenever possible, really.
My entire work life was on Planet Commute, so I never had to manifest the work from home brain.
JZ adapted to it pretty well, but she had the incentive of I Facilitate The Saving of Babies to keep her focused.
Fogged in hard in San Francisco and I must get to the post office and mail a check.
You'd think I could just wave my hands helplessly in the air and say, "Too much fog. Can't be done!" but the fog is not so dense that its impenetrable. Just feels unpleasantly chilly.
I'm saying that it would be a mild inconvenience, and yet it vexes me.