Sick day became a bonus day, as I sat and recovered from my recent illness.
No one expected anything from me,
no one demanded any favors.
I was free to write, and write and write some more.
And as I paused for a break, I daydreamed:
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to sit and write every single day just like this?
I could get up and have my breakfast and read the papers, and then go to my room and write, and write and write some more.
I could stop and take a walk, and then write some more.
I could prepare dinner and then write some more.
But then I tumbled out of this daydream and landed on sharp reality~
Without my job, I could not afford the computer that I use to write.
Without a salary, I could not rent the house in which I sit at the desk I bought with money from my job, to write.
Without that money, I would have no breakfast to eat, no dinner to prepare, so I would have no energy to write.
So, I am thankful for the job that gives me the time, and the resources to write and write and write some more.