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The Greenery

Does anyone truly love to work?

I mean, the actual act of working, not the side-effects: satisfaction, sense of purpose, feelings of accomplishment. I mean, let’s be honest: wouldn’t you rather be having a glass of wine with friends in a nice, sunny garden instead of surveilling a parking garage, polishing your story draft, or pulling weeds? I know I would. But without the work hours, the wine hours feel a bit hollow and unearned. I mean, what to talk about between sips of wine, if not the day’s accomplishments? Besides which, if you don’t pull the weeds, the sunny garden tends to look a bit…weedy.

Maybe you’re different. Perhaps you’re actually one of those extremely driven souls who thrive on long days at the office, negotiating, litigating, or typing your heart out until moonglitter streams into the windows. If so, I commend you. But I’m also slightly wary…

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    LediaR said:
    April 24, 2012 at 8:17 am

    That kitty looks so comfortable and as if it is having the best dream ever.

      Cheryl Corbin said:
      May 24, 2012 at 7:52 am

      I know, if I must be reincarnated, I wanted to come back as some rich person’s cat.

        LediaR said:
        May 24, 2012 at 3:42 pm

        Sounds Pur-r-rfect. 🙂

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