This weekend started out fine. I attended my Saturday morning Al-Anon group and then took my daughters to lunch and then swimming at the (indoor) pool in our apartment complex. Then we went to get some snacks, as I had every intention of watching basketball. However, I went home, got in bed with my junk food, and basically did not budge until Sunday night, when I had to go do some home visits with my clients.
It used to be that spending a weekend in isolation was good for my soul. Now it just makes me feel lazy, achy, and irritable.
I take this as a good sign. Maybe I want to join the human race again?
Now, let's not get CRAZY...
So here it is Monday, and I am back at work, looking at a giant mess on my desk, and basically a bit loopy when I think about all the paperwork I am trying to slog through. On the bright side, I am sipping sweet tea and soon will be chilling to Pandora radio, Billie Holiday radio, a station I have designed for myself. Gotta love that.
And sooner or later, I will get to go home. I am launching a full out attack on the paperwork, and can always finish up tomorrow....
The important thing, I am learning, for me, is to appreciate the small things.
So here I go. Off to do just that.