
My Weekend Trade Regret and My Plan for Monday
It's Sunday afternoon, and I’m feeling fantastic—probably the best I’ve felt since getting sick back in January. A little time out on the boat with the ocean air seems to be the perfect cure. But despite the great mood, my husband just caught me grumbling at my desk around 4:00 P.M., completely absorbed in my charts. It’s a common scene when you're ; the work never really stops.