This last weekend was my first weekend in 8 weeks, when I was at work only for a couple of hours. I did end up working for more than 10 hours from home over the weekend though.

Over the weekend, I caught up with a friend I had not met in years who lives in another country and I had another friend who lives in another city visit. It was a pleasure just talking to these guys about stuff - life, work, issues, anything. These are people I have known for years and I can sit around and talk to them forever. Of course all good things come to an end, but small things like these are the joys of life one looks forward to.

And going back to my post a couple of weeks ago, again why do we work so hard?