Day's End, Weekend

Fridays are a day of contemplation of the nature of work. Where I sit as a worker bee, all around fellow workers are counting off the hours and minutes. There is plenty for me to do, but it is not fun, or hilarious, or tragic, as we all wish work to be. Lucky for me I had thirty years of wonderful work. Bbut these last ten, are gonna be grueling.

At home I drink my beer, I cut up my vegetables and heat and eat them, I pull my harvest of dandelions in the yard, and then I notice the sunset is beautiful so I scurry to the local school, up the fire escape that looks west.