Work and Play: a How-To

I've decided I hate work. Well not really. I just hate being at work, wishing I could be out and about! Is this what being an adult is? I don't think so; I think its contingent on where you are geographically. If I have to work, I think I'm going to move somewhere very remote, where I won't be tempted to day dream of adventures I'm not having, maybe west Texas. If this doesn't make any sense, the conundrum is that I'm already in Europe, and yet I'm strapped to a desk. And I have a priest staring at me over his keyboard (our comps face each other), and so even if I'm just listening to Christmas, country, or musical theatre through my headphones (you know, to lighten up the monotony that 8 hours looking at a computer can bring, even if well-spent) or say something slightly amusing pops into my head and I make some kind of pleasant facial expression, he glares at me like a nazi. Man, it must suck to be so serious all the time. I mean, come on, how fast can I save child-soldiers? (haha kidding)But, really, I guess I'll turn into one in the process if I can't sing along as I type.

Actually, work is great. I just need to quell my selfish energy.

I haven't written about the escapades in Dinant, yet, the lovely little village that it is, but here's a quote I read in our very floral and rather amalgated room in the bed and breakfast, where, after the three of us arrived, the outside sign went from "vacancie" to "complet"...aka, there was only one room in the inn. More about Dinant later-

"Nous desirons beaucoup de choses, mais nous n'avons besoin que de si peu."
or in English,
"To have what we want is riches; but to be able to do without is power." -George Somebody
its so sweet! even more so in french.