Yesterday, I came back to work. It was good to be there. There were people to talk to, other than myself. There is a lot to do.
Today, I'm less excited. I suppose that's the way of it. There is a lot to do. A lot more to do than I rationally know can get done. It makes me crazy and frustrated because I know that I'm not the only person who is struggling right now as a dialysis social worker.
Blah. Enough about that.
Let's think of happy things, like going to New Orleans in April to present a paper (and spend a few days soaking up the French Quarter). Let's think of that.