If you were a dog, would you want to be an outside dog or an inside dog? A big dog or a little dog? A dog with responsibilities or a pet without a care in the world? I’m watching our two sleep the day away, and I’m just a teensy bit jealous. Only a teensy bit. I think they’re sleeping because they’re bored. I’m not entertaining them. (I’m working. Clearly.) I’m not sure I’d want to be a dog if it meant (as it must) giving up reading. And talking. Somebody asked me the other day if all this working from home is isolating. I don’t feel particularly isolated. I’m not talking as much as I would if I were in the office, but I don’t think I’m making up for it when John gets home. (John may disagree.) I don’t feel starved for human contact. I talk to the dogs (although not as much as you might think), and I spend plenty of time emailing and calling work people for work stuff. In fact, I think I spend too much time on that and not enough time on what I wanted to get done in the quiet of home. Hey, if I turn into a dog, I won’t have to work. Unless I’m a working dog. But working dogs always seem to enjoy their jobs, so maybe that would be okay.