Say what you will about squirrels, they are tireless. Rufus, our yard squirrel, is constantly on the move: collecting nuts, burying nuts, checking on the location of previously buried nuts, debating the merits of nuts, and attending scholarly conferences on nuts. Whenever I look out the window I see Rufus, or one of his extended family members, leaping, scampering or scurrying somewhere in a great hurry. I have never seen Rufus sleep, or even lean up against a tree and take a breather.
Today Rufus took a brief time-out to enjoy a tangerine I'd given him. Twenty-three seconds later he immediately returned to his chores, but not before giving me a disgusted look since he does not consider what I do all day--writing and editing--to be a real job and he has made it clear that he'd be happy to teach me a thing or two about the working world.