Well Caire, if I can do it, anybody can do it. I just wish I had the talent, or maybe the gumption, to quit my day job and write professionaly. I'm getting tired of crawling under buildings, through attic spaces, and being on-call every other week. But the money pays the bills, and I ahve good medical benefits (that's important because I couldn't afford my wife's medical bills). But I am a slave to the wage.
You'd think there could be a better way for society to live than to crack the whip and work ourselves to death, all the while being chastized by others for things that in the grand scheme of things, don't mean a hoot.
Oh don't mind me. I'm down with a very nasty cold, you know, sore chest, aching throat, stuffed up sinuses, and at the worst possible time with respect to the day job.
But that'a life. If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth living. So I'll be back to work tomorow, to take yet another tongue lashing about something.
And people wonder why some of us look forward to the afterlife and the rest it promises. I wouldn't hasten it. But I won't run from it when it comes (hopefully in another 40 years or so).
Seeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
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