marcusharwell.net » work http://marcusharwell.net Where rough drafts are a way of life. Tue, 04 May 2010 17:33:53 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= Getting My Hands Dirty http://marcusharwell.net/2009/01/getting-my-hands-dirty/ http://marcusharwell.net/2009/01/getting-my-hands-dirty/#comments Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:54:00 +0000 Marcus http://marcusharwell.net/?p=482 I’m temporarily engaged in manual labor. It’s an interesting return. My delicate fingers are getting filthy with soil.

Maybe they aren’t quite so delicate, after all. But I have been getting some nice landscaping done, even as the freezing winds of Granada Hills blow straight up the back of my shirt and make me [...]]]> I’m temporarily engaged in manual labor. It’s an interesting return. My delicate fingers are getting filthy with soil.

Maybe they aren’t quite so delicate, after all. But I have been getting some nice landscaping done, even as the freezing winds of Granada Hills blow straight up the back of my shirt and make me think of Admiral Byrd.

Not that I miss this, but every once in a while, it’s good to do something physical for your money. I expect my karmic bank account to increase a bit for this, if it exists.

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but one of the great joys in life is to have sick days set aside, paid, and to use them when you’re feeling off. It sucks to go to work sick. Even better to use those pre-paid days to do something fun, but sometimes, if you’re not actively puking up your guts or in terrible pain, a day in bed on the clock is damned satisfying.

But, today, I had no one to call, and no benefit to doing nothing. So, I did what Mom always said to do when we tried to stay home from school with a light malady: go in, start the day, and if it gets worse, you can come home. I started to feel better in the late afternoon. You win, Mom.

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