Working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week just as the spousal unit begins her second year of master’s studies and the children begin a new school year (okay…its daycare…but its schoolish). Anyways…its Hell-like. I call this state “survival mode”…my maelstrom runs 36 days so at least I know it there is an end. As Buddha says, “there is an end to suffering” — so I am comforted by the fact that this epoch has a fixed expiry date.
Working evening-shift hours, I suddenly find myself with sunlit moments and no children around that need wrangling. And a firetruck that sits in my driveway waiting a chauffeur. Bliss. Alas, if only there was some conflagration somewhere that required the conscription of any available apparatus…that I may, electro-mechanical sirens ablaze, venture forth into the day with my work-horse Lafrance. <sigh>….