Labor of love

I always think of "real" work as being manual.  Real work is my sister mowing the lawn, tearing down dead vines along her fence, scrubbing her kitchen floor with a cotton tip on her knees!

Real work is my sister coming for a visit with two of her friends and washing my windows inside and out. I am not a fan of "real" work.

Not that I don't enjoy mowed lawns and clean houses, I just don't enjoy getting them there, so I do what I have to do, but I save my energy for MY real work.

And even though I may spend ten hours a day doing it sometimes, I never really considered it "real" before. Partly because it is a labor of love and partly because I do it sitting down, often moving only my fingers, or perhaps my eyes.

But I have been sick the past two weeks and for the first time I have noticed that after one of these marathon moments, my headache comes back, my body is exhausted and I am starting to cough again.  I might as well have been out running around the block.

Except it wouldn't have been as much fun.