The work of this world needs doing, and the lot of those doing it is often the opposite of glamorous. So often we only notice when it doesn't get done, and otherwise take it for granted.
Today - Labor Day - let's try to appreciate the toil of those that make a good life possible. Most of us are part of a vast web of interdependent activities that constitute life in first world nations. When part of that web breaks down, when someone or some group doesn't do their part, life gets difficult.
I, and probably most of you, like my life as presently constituted. Let's be grateful that this Rube Goldberg thing called "civilization" actually functions most of the time. In its absence life would quickly become as Hobbes described, "poor, nasty, brutish, and short."
