Im trying to find the reward in being self employed, working seven days a week, including holidays, in the minimal highlight of working on a Sunday before Memorial**edit** uh.. labor? all saints? flag?.. whatever tomorrow is** Day (which I will also have to work) but the bit of joy that comes from decking off the spoil board, flipping it, and two 8 thou passes and its dead fresh ready to be torn up all over again.
Simple pleasures.