Sanity
Even though I’m working hard, churning out those billable hours, I’m away from the office and loving it. Less drama, less heartache, less noise from the obnoxious telephone. Good but short lunch, nice and long swim, now focusing on what has to be done for tomorrow. What has to be done, not what some people think should be done.
Pongo loves me when I smell of chlorine. It’s nice to be loved.
