Oh, right, here it is.
How’d Lance do today?
This was such a jolly weekend. Quite jolly, in fact. Jolly enough to make me feel alright about a day of work today. My hands are still dirty from work, which brings a fine feeling of accomplishment, of satisfaction. When I was teaching, I used to miss dirty hands…dirty t-shirts…filthy shorts. The muck of someone else’s tires, the grit of someone else’s derailleur. The days of appreciation for such things are rarer now, but they are still just as strong.
I think if I got a larger paycheck from wrenching, I’d be full-on satisfied. But alas. This is the real world, full of mean words, meaner bills, pissy customers, and shitty language. Let it be on you. Just don’t let it get in you.
The Gnome is hard at work making sure you get it:
I’m straight, on the river… (that one’s for you, Snake. I think it’s catchy, don’t you? Ha…)by