I’m back at work today after being on furlough since the 29th of June. Just try to guess how excited I was to get out of bed at 6 AM this morning. But I got up, dragged my butt through my morning routine, and left the house in time to stop and buy coffee at the gas station down the road.
My handsome and supportive husband actually walked me out to my car this morning. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is! He got up, helped me collect all my stuff, walked me out to my car, gave me a hug and a kiss, and stood there waving until I drove away. And then he put the recycling out for the trash guys to collect. I am a lucky, lucky girl, people!
I spent my morning trying to figure out what it was I was stressing out about before I left in June. Lucky for me, I’m an efficient person and I left myself notes. “Do this first!” Unfortunately, I’m more efficient than the people who are preparing the data I’m now waiting to review. It makes for a slow day, which, actually, would be a great way to get back into the work world.
Know what makes it less so? Getting nerve-wracking news slightly before noon that I can’t talk about on here and I can’t stop thinking about. News that’s going to take up most of my evening and keep me awake with anxiety and resolve itself either in part or in whole tomorrow afternoon. (No, I’m not pregnant. Stop it.)
I’ll write about it eventually, but for now I’m just going to be frustratingly oblique. So why bother even mentioning it? Because I can’t stop thinking about it!!
So nervous! So anxious! So . . . TOMORROW! Gah!