Blah. I've been talking for a long time about how I hate my job. Well, that feeling is back big-time.
I'm pretty sure it has something to do with case load size and difficulty of the issues I see in our population.
S actually suggested that I resign. Of course, that's more frightening that dealing with the anxiety, in these times. But I am applying for some jobs. So we'll see what pans out.
S has been sick. I think he's on the upswing now, but he's been really out of it and it makes him crazy to be cooped up.
Anyway, SS and I ended up going to see a ballroom dance competition this weekend that he'd wanted to join us at. It was a lot of fun. There was this young couple (probably only 13 or so) who kicked ass.
I also attended a meeting of my ritual group. That was lovely. But then the middle of Sunday I started feeling anxious again. It sucks.