I have been on vacation for six weeks. Tomorrow I return to work and structure, and overload. That almost makes it sound like I have not been overloaded while I was off, and that is far from the case. It’s different, though. Just being able to sleep in until six-thirty or seven, or even eight, has made it less stressful than it is going to be.
The alternative is to be unemployed, so I think I had better resign myself to the 5:30 get-out-of-bed time and be thankful.
The past six weeks have been bitter-sweet. Lots of good things have happened, and some very sad things have happened. I sat in the waiting room for three surgeries, underwent one procedure of my own, visited with the physical therapist (and found that things were actually much better than I had feared), attended one funeral and countless masses in my aunt’s honor, spent irreplaceable time with my girls (no, not the dogs, the real girls), held my grandson and watched him smile, saw my son come around for holidays, and found that my good friend has a tumor the size of a 16-week-old baby in her uterus.
I think I should be ready for life to calm down and become routine. I hope going back to work can do that for me. Maybe I can even work blogging into a routine. I’m supposed to be practicing the guitar 10 minutes each day, and I haven’t even picked it up to tune it yet.
Time to get back in the saddle.
