I haven’t had time to post lately because of a sudden influx of work. I’m a freelancer, so when there’s work, I work. When I don’t have work, I can blog, read, knit, visit my kids and new grandson, clean the basement, etc. Anyway, thinking about work and how it interferes with so many other activities that I enjoy, but which do not pay the bills reminded me of another one of my dad’s turns-of-phrase. “Work is the curse of the drinking class.” Although Dad was a very successful professional (dentist, as I’ve said before), he never defined himself by his profession. He worked pretty hard to establish his practice, and then worked 8-5 for for about thirty years. He worked to support his large family (wife and five kids) and his own rather expensive habits and hobbies. But, his focus never seemed to be on the work as much as on the family, habits and hobbies. Work was just a means to an end.