I love work. I always have. When I was a kid, I had to be busy with something. Granted, at that age, I didn’t care for chores; I had more important work to do. No doubt my parents, or any observing adult, would call it play. But in my mind, I was working. This continued into the indolent teenage years. When all my friends wanted to be sleeping in, fooling around, and acting like typical, lazy teenagers, I would be working. Although I enjoy a good night’s rest (I agree with the comedian—Bill Cosby?—who said “I like a good sleep like a good steak”), stillRead More →