My son has been working full time this week, moving office furniture. Before he left and after he got home, he was also ranch-sitting, keeping everything afloat while the owner was out of town. This morning, he came in to tell me about his morning and didn’t get past taking the dog for a breath of air. He worked a man’s hours and earned a man’s wages. Saturday couldn’t have come too soon. Little sister was afraid to move; she didn’t want to wake him. No threat of that, baby!