Just in case you ever complained about working too hard, here’s a little perspective for you. I found this determined little ant on the front porch this morning, slaving away at dragging some woolly worm carcass to someplace.
Given that she was walking backwards as she dragged her treasure, she made excellent progress. In Notes from Underground, Dostoyevsky says that the ant knows the formula of its abode and work, but man does not. Right he was. This tiny ant knew exactly where she was going and why.
Go straight a couple of miles, then
take a right,
shucks, wrong turn . . . .