Here I am once again going to work aboard the train. It seems that Ive just taken this ride, only hours ago, and yet in stride. But I sit now and wonder how here I am, working so hard was never part of the plan. Is this all there is? No more, no less? Quick, think of something before I distress. Ah, the sunshine, the water, the sand .walking with my husband hand-in-hand. My child laughing, birds that fly - each bring a tear of joy to my eye. For they prove beyond a shadow of doubt that working is not what lifes all about. So Ill try to remember and make it part of my style to do all the things that make living worthwhile!