I just can’t function. Moral threats force me to rest for four hours for every one hour of work I do. There is no relief. Writing at home is comforting when it comes to protecting yourself from satan outside the home, but falls flat on it’s face when it comes to protecting yourself from satan from within the home. Let’s try to balance things out, then, and work equally at home and in the office, not for maximum peace, but for minimum suffering. Armchair advice, this is what home talk is, something that strengthens us from one side, and harms us from another. Is there a common thread to all this suffering? Nothing other than the fact that because we have to do chores that are none work related, we have to create an environment that is healthy for that, and that once that is completed, to create a moral environment that is healthy for work. I don’t know why I get these inhuman urges to sin, despite recognizing that such actions can only harm me. The only way to go back to equilibrium in such scenarios is to rest if work is the problem, and work if rest is the problem. Curse me, for I am human.