...and you shall have corn to sell and to keep.
That was me yesterday (ploughing not sleeping) for six whole hours. Only slightly miffed when I received an e-mail from a client, with more work attached, hoping 'I was enjoying the beautiful sunshine.'
A slightly sarcastic reply from me saying yes indeed, the sunshine looks beautiful through my office window.
That will be me today too, although the sunshine has been replaced by wind and rain. Does that make ploughing deep while sluggards sleep more enjoyable?
I think it probably does.
But where's my corn? That's the question.