it's in the air

An assistant said to me today, "All your work is done." What she meant was that everything I had given her to do was done but the way I wanted to interpret it was much better. The phrase lingered in the air all day like the smell of baking cinnamon rolls. Wouldn't it be nice!

At the same time, I am grateful for work. There is work to do where ever I am. Work gives life a sense of purpose and order. There's nothing quite like the feeling of a job well done. To deeply savor relaxation and recreation you must be well acquainted with its opposite.

Good thing I feel this way about work today...'cause I've got a lot of it...