Sometimes I watch the numbers on the clock inch closer to five o'clock and get so antsy to leave that big red brick building so I can come home and work on something better (awesomer) for just a few minutes before it's time to start dinner. And then I ask myself the big question: would I be so thrilled about my project if it were my job? Would I!*
*which reminds me of a joke Nate's grandpa and dad like to tell. Wood eye. I'll tell ya sometime.