Flying again

There comes a point in time when you realise that (despite the fact that, compared to my diehard banker/lawyer acquaintances, the hours I'm working are na-thing) your work is overtaking your life and you wonder what to do about it. In my case, I wonder for about ten minutes, then am told to get on with preparing for business meetings next week.

I will ruminate about this further, much later. First, I need to do the work, fly out to the R. of K., get to parents' house and debrief them about my current status ("no, I'm not seeing anyone unsuitable (who you don't know of already); yes, I do eat three meals a day; no, I am not going to sit out in the sun any more and get tanned; yes, I do wear makeup when I'm working with clients; no, I don't want to meet any blokes my age you might know of; darn yes, I will keep my relationships my way; what-are-you-saying-do-I-look-fat?"). Then in the calm of my hotel room I will meditate on this matter. I may conclude I am better off as a ....(fill in blank)....