The end of a long week
There was a time when I looked forward to working overtime. The more, the better. The money was good and I figured that if I was working all of the time, I couldn't blow all that hard earned cash at the pub. Now that I'm older I relish my time off. In fact, if I didn't have to eat, I wouldn't work at all!
As our kids are now leaving the nest, my wife and I have thought about converting another bus and returning to our pre-children gypsy lifestyle. Right now, the image of parking the bus beside a mountain stream, without any deadlines or schedules, is a mighty powerful dream. We still have a couple years before we will be able to consider such a move, but on weeks such as this one that image keeps me going.
For all you hard-working folks...