Don't get me wrong, I like my job for the most part, and of course these are especially inappropriate times to whine about any gainful employment. But as a morning of reading the Sunday papers in the warm, sunny backyard with numerous cats lounging near my chair drifts into mid-afternoon, thoughts of Monday don't bring me joy. What can I tell you.
As I write this, my wife is out front raking leaves, and our big orange Elvis cat sits in the garden watching her. Neighbors and strangers walking by stop to admire him, and he accepts their attentions with the placid grace of old royalty. How do I get HIS job?
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