I Is A Real Writer Now

My first day "off the job" as a paid writer. My company training is complete and I am spending my first at home day working. I haven't dressed, combed my hair, or put on makeup. I'm wearing old boyfriend shorts, a t-shirt, and mismatched socks. No commute in Vegas traffic. Haven't seen a soul. Complete solitude. I have corresponded with my editor three times and taken a phone call from him. (I just like to say "my editor". I have an editor.) I am experiencing slight eye-strain. That can't possibly because of my age. My computer must not be functioning. I shall carry on....or type on.