I've just counted up the number of hours I worked a week ago. I shocked the hell out of myself at the total. 63.5 hours. Out of a possible 90. (I refuse to do anything on Sunday but karate and family time.)
That works out to 70.5% of my time working, versus 41.6% with the average full time job.
No wonder I got sick last week, where's the balance? I can see some changes ahead. I'm under new management now. It's called taking back your life, cause if you don't who else will?
On a ligher note, I've recently discussed going to Paris with Ron and Tash in June for a week. J'adore Paris au printemps.