As I type this post, I'm sobbing uncontrollably. This happens every Sunday evening at about 7 o'clock. Reality sets in and I am forced to come to terms with the fact that Monday is only a few hours away. I'll be back outside most of this week again. This means my alarm is set for 5:30 so I can be on site by about 6:30. Honestly though, a more realistic timeline includes hitting the snooze button until about 6 and making it to the job site by about 7:15. Being el Hefe has its perks.
Fortunately, in their infinite wisdom, the Discovery Channel has provided me with a "Dirty Jobs" marathon to console me in my time of grief.