I have to go to work tomorrow. Shudder. I have to wake up, have a shower, find clean clothes and a matching head-thing, put on shoes, drive across town, park and go up an elevator to an office. I know all this because I did it on Thursday already. ALL DAY. Why am I doing this at such a crazy time of year??? In the middle of homeschooling three children? In the middle of Yom Tov preparations? In the middle of the first week I have felt at ALL recuperated from breaking my ankle? There’s a saying, “if you want to get something done, ask a busy woman.” So they asked – at this busy time of year, which is busy for them, too – if I could come in and help fill in here and there. As a very special bonus, they can’t pay much . So of course: stupidly, crazily, I said yes. The nice thing is that all of it – the crazy time of year, the not-paying-much – means (I think) that the power is still mine in this equation. Of course I can’t work long hours, regular hours, or even be expecte