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They were definitely drunk. I could tell by the way they slurred their words, their loud voices, and their banging into one another and the walls.

I stood in my doorway looking down the hall listening to their conversation, smiling and shaking my head. The ladies went through the garage into the house and past my office door. I left it as when they left, slightly open. They were so engrossed at the event they were at this evening that they forgot that I was working at home.

I turned my attention to the documents, my computer, and my calculator. I was lost in work again. The same thud that ended the girl's last conversation announced their arrival. When they left the house, they were sober." The door closed with a thud. It had me thinking about that life-work balance. I quit as a partner from a large firm a few years ago to run a small practice out of the house and spend more time at home, not at or with the client's.



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