Smoked

It's been a looooong week. One of my colleagues is having a baby this week . . . about nine weeks early. Of course he's going through hell . . . Harry and I told him to be with his family, and we'll cover everything. I have no problem making less money because we're down one man in a crisis . . . but I'm covering all of his work this week, in addition to my own, and it's killing me. I'm just not as durable as I used to be when it comes to working unrelenting hours. I feel good about what I'm doing . . . at least I know I'm doing it for the right reasons. And it gives me another occasion, among many, to be thankful for what I have. No matter how exhausted I am, I know someone else is having it a lot worse. Or, as Socrates said, "Luck is when the arrow hits the guy next to you."