11p. Saturday night. Working.

This night could be indistinguishable from one ten years ago. Except tonight I’m sacrificing quality time with my wife and family to finish a project on a deadline. Ten years ago I would have been huddled in my office for lack of a single other option. Or in the rare chance there was something going on that night, I would use work as an excuse to not go.

You tell me which is more sad.