It’s 39 degrees outside right now with sheets of rain and a stiff wind. My toes are next to a heat register while I work on a design concept for a website update.

But through the window I can see a group of three soaking-wet people working on the roof of a new house down the road. Combined they probably make something less than I do alone for the comfortable, stable job I’ve had for the last 13 years.

I don’t know why they are out there and I am in here. I’ve worked hard, to be sure, but no harder than them. And certainly not hard enough to account for the gap between us.

I don’t know whether to feel guilty or grateful…or both.