The frosting on the cake

My world is wonderful I must admit and I have tons to type before I quit.

Measuring work is a strange process.

I just finished part of a long ongoing project.  It is meticulous, painstaking work that requires lots of time.

 If I measure the actual height of the paper used when it is printed out, it is only about 3/4s of an inch high.

If I measure it by the number of hours I have spent doing it, it is somewhere over sixty actual hours or more, I can only guess at the time I spent on the first part.

If I measure it by the quality of my work, I can only say I feel very good about it.

But if I measure it by the way it makes me feel to contribute towards such a worthy project, for such a good friend, it is beyond precious.

It has been said before, by minds much greater than mine but: Two lives converged on an unlikely road and I switched from peanuts to pie a la mode!