Working periodic Saturdays has its good points and its bad points. On the one hand, it provides earned income beyond what’s accounted in one’s long-term budget. On the other hand, it takes away time on which one comes to rely for other purposes.
With those mixed feelings, I worked my way to the jobsite on which I’d planned to spend the next five or six Saturdays, picking up lumber and other materials as I went. The sinking feeling was, however, unmitigated when it turned out that the client had changed his mind. The long-term budget had absorbed the additional money, you see, and it turns out that we’ll remain a month behind on our mortgage payments. For now.
Thus do we all trudge on. With so much to do, the time will not be wasted, and it’s not as if living on the economic edge is anything new. Adjust and find the positive. Find another perk that had heretofore seemed a necessity. (Some might call it “nonessential.”) Get comfortable in a naked state, and the clothes matter little. And if they chafe, there’s experience to be gained from the feeling.
Besides, there were dishes to be done, today, and children’s bicycles with chains to be re-geared. I think I’ll hold off for a few decades before I hand the kids the bill. With interest.