My mother's response when I called her up and said I think I need to quit my job at the Catholic University sooner than I planned because I'm in danger of causing permanent damage to my body as the result of repetitive stress injury?
"But you have so many days off at Christmas."
Well, shit, do I have my priorities wrong. My concern is bowing out before my hands turn into gnarled talons; your concern is my availability at Jesus' birthday party. Who cares if I'm there to open Christmas gifts if I'm physically incapable of opening them?