Ten-hour days

I wouldn't own one of these things on a bet, but I think they're cute as hell.
I wouldn’t own one of these things on a bet, but I think they’re cute as hell.

It’s that time of year … 10-hour days. But I shouldn’t whine. Some of our actors have 14-hour days that flow directly from day jobs into rehearsals. Fortunately, I haven’t had to do anything like that in about a decade because it’s been roughly that long since I last had a 9-to-5 job. There’s uncertainty in freelancing, but I wouldn’t trade its freedom for all the health insurance, 401-K contributions and stock options in the world. Maybe I’ll be singing a different tune in 20 or 30 years when I’m too old to work and broke besides, but dammit, life should be spoken in the present tense. (The pug in the picture has been leashed to the light pole beside him. That’s why he looks so sad. He wants to be free … or at least a more attractive dog … or wearing a more flattering sweater.)