By the last quarter of 2009, I was pretty much working from home every day. My dog loved it.
So did I; I got to go out for a ride during lunch every day, if I so desired.
I knew it wouldn't last. It didn't
Now, I have to come in 3 days a week and work from home Monday and Friday.
I usually would take Friday as an off day and go out on Saturday and, now, I have to go out at night if want to go out at all. Unfortunately, I have band practice and I'm working on a CD so my evenings out on a bike are rare rare rare. My miles are WAY down so far this year.
It's funny how the body learns to need things like bike time.
My body is unhappy.
So am I.