You have to earn your rewards. Time off, restful pleasures – you can’t grab them as you please.
Unless you’re a goose or a squirrel.
And even there, I can only speculate about how many hours were spent on flying south or burying acorns.
I have many more thoughts on the subject of squirrels and hoarding nuts and the need for geese to fly south, but I can’t indulge this just yet. You guessed it. I have work to do.
But soon. Unless one of those youthful hunters hunts me down or I lose all use of my typing hands, I’ll get to the pressing musings on work and pleasure and life as we know it soon. Summer maybe.