Of the past 72 hours, I have spent nearly 30 at work. (This includes travel time because...well, because.) This is just a few hours short of half of three days. (Which happens to be the entire weekend. Not that I'm bitter.) This does not leave a whole lot of time for eating, sleeping, relaxing or bathing. It does leave enough time for me to figure the ratio of work to not work and where I could have driven and or flown in the amount of time I have spent on both. (Colorado, Most of the Gulf Coast, My villa in Tuscany/Paris/Mediterranean.) ((Not push me here, I am really sleepy.))
Clearly I should have been more specific when I said I wanted a second home.
Oh Sure, Great View but I really prefer the back of my eyelids.