Work Ethic

Sitting on the front porch, trying to take my ease, but there are crows, squirrels, and banded pigeons as well as other would-be intruders. My work is never done.

Boss has dropped an agenda on me that includes a syllabus, three howling customers, and work on his book. He has also been discussing two short stories that claim his attention.

Okay. I'm up to it, but first a pass at those crows, then a touch of breakfast, then...all right; I'm up to it. You don't get your portrait on the mantle without there being a reason for it.