This morning is absolutely dreary. It is rainy and dark, and I’d much rather have stayed in my warm, soft bed with my warm, snuggly husband. My cold, while better, is not completely gone. Combine these facts with the obvious truth that I hate my job, and ask how much did I not want to get out of bed this morning?? Laziness is riding me like a blanket, and I can’t promise anything witty for today’s entry.
So I pose, to any readers out there, this Monday morning question:
What made you get into architecture, and do you still like doing it?