Get on with it

The only matter of importance in life is work. Sometimes love interferes, sometimes sorrow puts you down, and sometimes your health jerks you out of your stupor and onto a hospital bed. Work, however, remains that unfailing friend, sometimes leading, sometimes alongside, sometimes a comforting hand on your shoulder, sometimes offering a ready shoulder for you.

I cannot describe work quantitatively. It is rather symbolic in the sense that there remains to much quality to deal with.

Think about it and compare with my last post.

Will you get back to me?