I pointed to this 19 years ago; it’s since disappeared from its home place, but the Wayback Machine kept a copy.
I have been working remotely from my clients since 1995, and, on balance, it suits me. But on days the basement shop seems more like a prison bunker than an escape pod, I would chuck it all in for the stresses and pleasures of real coworkers. Sometimes you really do want some to ask “how was your weekend?”
