Couch-Crusader

I like my job. As far as perks go, my favorite is the one where I get to crash face-down on the couch after work. All right, all right. Working with cancer patients—with all their anxieties, humors, hopes, and frustrations—does score pretty high on the fulfillment of purpose scale. And I have co-workers who get their work done, bosses who have my back, and the pay might just be enough to cover my student loans before I die. But when I come home to week-old dishes in the sink and heaped laundry on the floor, purpose takes a speedy hike out of the picture. Why would I want to spend my evening on chores when I can carve out that pe

The counselors took a clear stand on the issue from the first day of summer flight camp: any pegasus caught flying Cloudsdale Circuit after hours would face permanent expulsion. The miles of towering cloud-link fences and red "NO ENTRY" signs surrounding the Circuit enhanced the gravity of the counselors' warnings. On this particular afternoon, the miles of thunderheads churning out of the weather factories did what they could to help drive daredevils away, and most campers were happy to comply with the camp staff's policies. Rainbow Dash wasn't like most campers. As soon as she heard the instructors had closed the Circuit two hours early, t