I'm trying not to sound like a total ass, but my kid, the oldest one, she called about her grades and I just kept thinking about this junior associate at my firm, you know? He's telling his wife he’s like, SO energized by the seventy-hour weeks now, sixty-hour weeks, whatever it is. And I'm just… sitting there like, bro, you literally just told me you can't read a single page of text without your eyes going blurry. Like what even IS that? I mean, I *get* it, but also... NO. It’s like... funny? But also terrifying because I kinda... see myself in that, not that I'd EVER tell my spouse that, obviously. Just makes me wonder like, what’s the point, you know? What are we even DOING. Ugh.