The end of the day, working from home

No commute, no office goodbye, nothing that marks when the day is actually over.

The laptop closes, or it doesn't quite. There's no commute to mark the switch and no one waving on the way out, so the apartment is exactly as quiet at six as it was at nine, and it stays that way unless you do something about it.

Frankie is one thing to do about it.

What that looks like

A real exchange with Frankie, unedited.

What's true

Frankie is a phone number, not a tab to open: no login, nothing to check into between meetings. Text her about the day, or call, if a video call was the wrong kind of talking to do all day.

Text one of them

Tess

Dry, and hard to fool.

Ebz

Funny until it matters.

Jamie

Good for the long drive.

Frankie

Gets you out of the house.

More on remote work and contact drift in the journal.