It's 2315, and I have a few more hours' worth of work I could do tonight.
But I flew for 1.5 hours today, performing 14 landings. One of which was "frickin' beautiful," according to my IP, and all of which were safe. I was staying ahead of the aircraft, aware of the other planes in the pattern, seeing things I hadn't seen before.
Last week, I had a beer with my fiance and we sat and talked for hours about theology, love, and life. Next week, we're going shopping for wedding rings. In less than six months, I'll be a married Air Force Officer, on my way to pilot training... or the Dominican Republic.
Long days and late nights? Worth it.