“Shouldn't you have today off? Isn't it Sunday?""I've a half day off ever' three days. I'll be out temorra afte'noon."I snort. "A half day?"God, that's ridiculous. She doesn't even get a single full day off? What is Alex, some kind of slave driver? Jeez.”

“Recovery is something that you have to work on every single day and it's something that it doesn't get a day off.”

“Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days. Our Saturdays and Sundays passed in half the time of a normal workday. In other words, some weeks it felt like we worked ten straight days and had only one day off.”

“Now I know why the Lord took his day off on Sunday. That must be the day he personally greets his favorites.”

“I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?”

“I've had a great day today. I flew for thirteen hours and I somehow didn't watch t.v. the whole time. I didn't notice until I was off the plane. I wonder what I was thinking about. I'm one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I'll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.”