Repeat blog title sorta, repeat theme, annual pause to recognize all those who labor.

You might say everyone labors in some way; having spent most of my forty years working so far on the White Collar Side, I can say for sure many such workers bust their ass just as those who labor more with their hands in their Blue Collars, but on this day,

I speak more specifically of those with the swollen hands and aching backs and dirty clothes;

I lift up my gratitude to those who do the dusty and demanding physical tasks, those who give us a nicer place to live and work, food to eat, wine to drink,

The housekeepers, landscapers, cleaners, ditch-diggers, roofers, grape pickers, painters, rooter plumbers, farm workers, carpenters, et. al.

So, so, SO many workers to thank, those who keep things going,

and food growing & making it to the stores, the shelves,

and homes, yards, & streets looking good,

Honor, Labor, All,

Thank You,

GRATITUDE.

ADDENDUM: fancying myself a good “white collar soldier” over these last near 40 years,

I’ve got my work email on my phone, I’ve got the work messaging platform “Microsoft Teams” on the phone as well; and a couple other identity validation apps besides: essentially, I have my work with 24/7/365.

And so my addendum comment is, “Work can always be with us. But should it be? Different question. Regardless, I want to latch on to this post all those too who have their work within arm’s reach 24/7/365. Don’t let it take your soul. OUT.