it sure seems that way, anyway. This week, though I’m on vacation, I’m helping a onetime customer and now good friend do some maintenance on some machinery in his plant. It’s not like side gigging so much as it is spending time with a bud and getting paid to do so. And I enjoy the work a great deal. yesterday, I wasn’t able to get there because I had a car ripped to pieces in my garage, belonging to my nephiew, and he wasn’t likely to be able to fix it himself. So I stayed home and helped him hammer that out, from 9 AM to ten PM.

Thing is, as much as it beats me up, I enjoy it a lot. I am always doing something, and I cannot imagine anyone who isn’t. How do you sit on your ass all day? When I go on vacation I’m invariably fixing something, be it a messed up showerhead or a recalcitrant door latch.
When I’m visiting the inlaws, they always have something for me to fix A sister in law, nearly ten years ago, asks me ‘can you figure out why my tree lights don’t work” christmas eve. I look a bit and find that the lights are plugged in to the socket on the end of their own string, and NOTHING is plugged into the wall. I correct this, and the tree lights up in miniature light splendor. She thought i was God. I’ve never not been working on something, and I cannot imagine anyone who sits all day, would drive me insane.