The Bo & I recently converted our dining table to our temporary work station (because the little guy sleeps with us and we’ll do anything not to break the STTN charm). And back then when I used to work till late nights in the office (often alone or with another colleague) – I would often blast the music on the radio at the desk and bop to it just to… you know to make the night easier to bear.
It worked wonders. Singing along to songs I knew the lyrics to. More often than not, it helped refreshed the mind like an internet browser and whatever mental block I was facing for that moment would eventually turn into a lightbulb moment.
So post-dinner this evening as I sat by the comp to complete some stuff, I asked the Bo – who was having a bit of a writer’s block himself while drafting an email – if I could blast the music. He said “sure!” and within seconds I was humming and he was swaying to the beats.
Amidst of music being blast through the dining/living/kitchen area for some 2 hours, the lovely husband took a walk to get us some teh-tarik, we reveled in favourite songs that were being played and what d’ya know – we coincidentally finished our to-dos at about the same time.
Despite the vast differences in the nature of our work, I love how he makes such a great pseudo-colleague.