Working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week just as the spousal unit begins her second year of master\u2019s studies and the children begin a new school year (okay\u2026its daycare\u2026but its schoolish). Anyways\u2026its Hell-like. I call this state \u201csurvival mode\u201d\u2026my maelstrom runs 36 days so at least I know it there is an end. As Buddha says, \u201cthere is an end to suffering\u201d \u2014 so I am comforted by the fact that this epoch has a fixed expiry date.<\/p>\n
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\u2026that I may, electro-mechanical sirens ablaze, venture forth into the day with my work-horse Lafrance. <sigh>\u2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week just as the spousal unit begins her second year of master\u2019s<\/p>\n