My Mother And The Temperature Are Both 98

A long time ago, I accused my then agent of wanting me to work hard (something I've always been opposed to).

"I want you to work hard and to play hard," she replied.

The past few days would have satisfied her. I have worked hard (at least by my low standards). I was invited to submit a short story for possible inclusion in an anthology, and I spent most of Sunday and a certain amount of Monday writing and rewriting it. Since the deadline is in April, it's going to be a long time before I know i...