I returned to work today, after a week off. My coworkers took good care of me while I was out. But immediately upon checking my mail box, the birthday card I had set out before I went on vacation was sitting there, mostly unsigned. Coincidentally, the birthday celebrant will be off work until Wednesday, so that gave us some time to get more signatures, and a coworker volunteered to help.
I had little waiting for me, considering. A pile of requests to discuss therapy materials. And many treatment team plans to finalize. I knocked back the biggest number of those today, and will, hopefully, finalize the rest tomorrow. These have a "soft deadline" so while I want to finalize them as soon as possible, I have some lee way. I also need to set up the June list of treatment team plans needed.
There were some other things I needed to tend to. But nothing overwhelming. But by 1600, I was pretty well wiped out. It was a long day. It was not a stressful day.
The hardest parts of my returning to work was leaving the house in the morning, and feeling that I had not done everything I needed to do to leave the house secure, the windows closed, with cat food put out, and the air conditioner set. Hmmm. I got it right the first time, although I was unsettled.
I was too tired to do too much tonight. Sake and I spent some time in the yard. I read, Had dinner. Read the mail, but was too tired to reconcile my credit card bill or print up envelopes for the NASW mailing. Partly the reason I was too tired was that I was content to read, and eager to finish Invisible City by Julia Dahl. Tomorrow, I can do some of these other tasks.
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