:) I kinda put that up as a joke after Jordan asked about it. As Doug
pointed out, "cushiness" is subjective and very relative. One thing that
always gets me through tough times is to remember that I could have it far
worse. When I used to go to bed 10-12 every evening and get up at 3 a.m. to
get through grad school (no respite on wkends, either), I would remember a
woman I knew who had to sneak off to college or her husband would have
beaten her. She also had four kids. I may have had a totally unsupportive
wasband, but at least I had only sonshine and at least i didn't have to
sneak around. (tangent: wasband later told me that it was silly of me to
think i'd been sonshine's primary caregiver. afterall, _he_ picked sonshine
up from daycare twice a week. Fancy that! :)
so, life might have felt might un-cushy, but comparatively, it was very cushy.
anyway, i thought my joke answers to that q signalled that it was, indeed, a joke.
kelley
"We live under the Confederacy. We're a podunk bunch of swaggering pious hicks."
--Bruce Sterling