Roughly once every three weeks, I spend half a week oncall, confined to work and home. Starring at my pager with fear and loathing, I incessantly refresh my email inbox, and politely decline invitations for most things fun (and all things outdoors).
Since starting this challenge, pacing has become an oncall habit. I just can’t sit still any more. To the front of the house, look around, then back to office chair. Then to the farthest possible bathroom to pee, then to the balcony, then to the kitchen. Why the kitchen? I’m not hungry. Water, maybe. Then back to the bedroom. Oh, I already had a glass of water, I better take this one back.