I have a purpose-built office at home. We bought the neighbouring apartment and I cancelled the lease on my former office. So in the morning, after my 60cm morning commute, I sit down to work, and then…
Ten minutes pass, or twenty, I start to focus. One child interrupts. I help with whatever. I try again, half an hour passes. Another interruption — a child perhaps, or my wife wants to discuss food for next week or wonders whether it's time for an espresso, or the DHL chap who knows very well that I'm there and can pass parcels to the neighbours.
Hi Arnt he says,
I have a parcel for a <name>, can you…? Later the neighbour will ring the doorbell too, but that's usually after the end of my working day. Usually.
After the third interruption it's really difficult to gain focus at all. The corona virus has turned my lovely office into almost a regular one.