Get to work.

No, seriously: work. That’s the escape of the day. I mean, I know the point of this particular column is to remind me/you/whoever of things that revive us when our work beats us to a bloody pulp. But let’s just acknowledge that sometimes, you catch a groove in your work, and it becomes as good an escape as anything else. I just worked myself silly, and I feel great.

If this sounds like some kind of labor propaganda to you, it’s possible that it is. I have, after all, been editing a career guide all day. Do you think it’s warped my brain?

Anyway, it’s all about balance. Tomorrow morning, I’m taking a bike ride along the Pacific.