Work hurts.

Today, I smashed my finger within 5 minutes of arriving to work via carelessly spanking the concrete tub with a shovel. And, remember our friend who fell off the scaffold? Well, he showed up to work today, drunk, and fell off again. So he got fired.

I write about work a lot. You know, work can become your life. I’ve tried to avoid work becoming my life by doing something non-work-related every night. Something productive. Something that makes one put their balls on the line.

Or I’m just curling up next to the fire in my L.L. Bean sweater, sipping tea with my acoustic guitar in hand.