I began to get hard and was happy to be seated at a table. The waitress walked by and the stranger signaled to her, he ordered some drinks for them an... quickly returned his attention back to my wife and her nylon encased thighs. This time he put his hand much higher up her thigh. He was close enough to feel the heat I was sure was coming from between her thighs. I assumed I would be here for a while, stranded at this lonely table, until she finally wondered where I was and looked around, I. "He shakes his head and replies, "Sorry to hear that. I do know from reading the news you had some rough times of your own."I laugh and answer, "Yeah, but not as bad as some of the times we had together in high school."Jim laughs with me and asks, "Remember the time you made the thermite?"I smile and think back to that time ... I'm snapped out of my daydream when Jim stops the truck and says, "We're here. That's an interesting looking rifle I saw in your pack, do you mind if I ask you about. If it was like theweek just gone by when the billets had been forced on us, our reservesof food, our hams and other cured meats, our flour, rice, dried beansand peas and our wine supplies would be totally used up. Besides, thesoldiers, all dozen of them, seemed to be everywhere in the house,interfering with its running, lounging around, strewing food leftoversover every surface, and spitting on the floor. My husband Yann had hadthis house built for us, and we had been in it over twenty years of. In each case, it’s the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”He continued, “And that’s the way it is with stress management.If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later,As the burden becomes increasingly heavy,We won’t be able to carry on.”“As with the glass of water,You have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.When we’re refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.”“So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down.Don’t.