The Price of Free

I’d committed to doing a little bit of work. It’s not much but it didn’t benefit me in any¬†measurable¬†way and it was work. It was at night and to be perfectly frank it’s sometimes good to just get out of the house. We’re all guilty of using an event as a night out. Well, Mr. G came home Monday night and told me he had a work event Thursday night and that I should plan on him not being home until after 10 or so. I moaned, “But I have …