Bias

Amazing how short ten hours can feel, with sufficient help and laughter. Then how long that last hour drags with difficulty, trouble and complaint. I get home and try not to crab about the dishes in the sink, having to clean then make at least myself some dinner. But looking for work and losing heart is a harder day than I had, really. He's doing all he can, wheels spinning, and one can only swear so long. We are being fair with each other, it's the biased world playing favorites.