objections and orange coconut

I was very, very fortunate to be offered some work only days after losing my job, I know.

I still whine, of course. The boredom of it. The impossibility for a woman of poor self-discipline to work from home, resulting in constant mental pressure. And the personal objections I harbour towards the texts I'm translating.

I comfort myself with the thought that I can decide freely when I want to take a day off. Or why not a week off.

Working at my kitchen table doesn't seem so bad when there is a sunset to look at and a mug of steaming orange coconut tea nearby.