Life is good when you’re self-employed and you’re ill, and you’ve got business woes that render you penniless (for the time being) and work that’s piling up by the hour, and you come home and you want to write that big, bad blog post, but you’ve got that heat-related headache, and you’ve got to think of what to cook for the family, and you cook for the family in the stinking hot kitchen, the food doesn’t taste all that good, but you clean up and you make the best decision of the day, to play with your three year old nephew and his Thomas the Tank Engine train set for an hour, at the end of which, he says, Uncle, I love you, tomorrow we play again?
(Big bad blog post can be found here)
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