Busy, Busy

Another brutal day of toil for Snag. Up and out of bed. A grueling slog through the newspaper. A little work from home. Then off to lunch with a co-worker at a vendor's home.

The vendor, who's become at least a quasi-friend during previous beery afternoons following business meetings, lives in an architecturally significant home in a neighborhood full of them. He gave us a tour, explained the difficulties involved in getting a permit to change to the exterior, showed us the results of his daughter's attempt to microwave a metal goblet, invited us to play Guitar Hero in the music room. We talked about work a little, about some projects we have doing and a seminar we're planning. Then we commenced to grilling hamburgers and drinking beer and sitting in his garden, enjoying the sun and telling stories.

The afternoon passed and when I was driving home I thought how the money I used to make in my old job wasn't enough.