My job lends itself to allowing me to bring my work home. For five years, maybe longer, I have spent countless evenings and weekends at the kitchen table pounding out work-related documents on my laptop. I don’t recall the last time I worked that mythical 40-hour week. 60 is the norm.
With the conclusion of some major time-consuming projects the work load has returned to more normal levels. I don’t expect to be completely free from bringing my work home but perhaps, just perhaps, I’ll be able to get to all those woodworking and other projects that have been sitting unfinished in my basement.
Just walking around the block on Friday with my wife was idyllic. I’m looking forward to more free blue-sky evenings like this.