I am amazed at how much I am looking forward to the summer job. I think the combination of work and school during the school quarters (I'm not taking classes over summer) is probably a big factor, but considering the sweat and dirt involved, it's a little amazing to me how much I'm anticipating the labor.

It probably is the same part of my personality that is garnering sincere satisfaction from serving the love of my life by helping maintain and improve the yard and the flower beds. It's exactly the same kind of work I abhorred as a teenager, and I certainly love my parents very much. It is an interesting, though perhaps pedestrian, underlining of the difference between philos and eros.

I hope anyone reading this has a wonderful, fascinating summer.