Work.  What some would say defines us.  I don’t.  I define and re-define conveniently my efforts, my identity.  Maybe that’s not the most healthy approach, but that’s me.  That’s my truth, my Now.  Writing my day away and into the day, the work day, what I’m to do and all the silly expectations of a writer in the “professional” world.  We’ll see, we’ll see.  I’m more out for pride than professionalism, my children proud of their father and all his writings, travels, than how well he obeyed some institutional or corporate master.