One of the dangers of working from home is that there is no boss, supervisor, or nosy co-worker who will walk by at an inopportune moment and catch you not working. No one to see (gossip about, fire you for) how many games of solitaire you just played, how often you pay your bills at work, or how long you daydream for. There is a total absence of peer pressure to keep you focused on the work you are supposed to be doing (I don't count my three-year old as a peer on this issue [or any other, if we are being strictly accurate]: as far as he knows, solitaire is not just my job but my entire life and he doesn't seem to be passing judgment). Which means that when the laws governing testamentary tru . . . .
testamentary trusts threaten to shrivel your brain, there is no one around to give you the evil eye if you suddenly find it absolutely necessary to wash out your garbage cans or clean out your keyboard. Not that these are unimportant tasks, but perhaps it is not vital that they be undertaken NOW, during the prime working hours when most of the kids are out of the house. And, although pride in your work is a good thing, it is probably a better thing that no one (non-judgmental three-year olds excepted) is around to see how someone who just recently was caught napping over trusts could attack a keyboard with such relish (and baby wipes and paperclip ends). Or to ask why a person who works at a lap top (which has its very own spiffy keyboard built right in!), would feel compelled to plug in a second keyboard.
(Well, I found it when I was cleaning yesterday and it looked cool, so I decided to plug it in and give it a go. What do you think of it? Clean, isn't it?)