As of yesterday, my job went back to the 'summer schedule'. Sigh. I'm laughing a little bit here. A little. I'm coming off a few months of a cushy 8 to 5 schedule, and now it's back to 8 to 6. How does one more hour per day make such a difference in the way I feel? I know that part of it is that I start to have a lot more physical content in those spring and summer days, and as well through the fall. I'm starting to believe I'm not actually thirty years old anymore. When did that happen? I think I should talk the boss into hiring some young buy who's into free weights, and is really desperate for a job. Yeah, that's it. Then I can just stand back and watch. Hmm. Nope. I just couldn't let that happen. My mistaken and stupid pride would probably make me keep up with such a person, and what would that gain me? Might teach me a lesson. Nope. Couldn't let that happen either. Sigh. Guess I'll just have to knuckle down and do the work. I'm laughing here again. A little.