One of the many things I love about working at home is that small pieces of things I enjoy can find their way into my day.
Yesterday I spent a good few hours working hard on writing a funding application for a client and was satisfied when I finished it. I read a few pages of a book while eating my lunch. I walked up to school with my husband to pick up our son. (Side note: in the sunshine! No rain yesterday, although normal service has now been resumed.) I spent half an hour weeding the allotment and enjoying the sunshine. I cooked a lovely salmon curry (and it only took half an hour) for dinner while 'the boys' played lego, and in the evening I knitted a few more rows on a shawl/blanket I seem to have been knitting for a very long time.
I've probably painted a rather too idyllic picture of my life here. Insert laundry sorting, dishwashing, bed-making, tax-form-filling and other less lovely items into that picture in about the same measures as the other stuff. But even they are part of the patchwork of quarter-hours which make up a day in and around the home.