I've been really emotional this past week. You might recall that last Sunday I had a meltdown watching "All of Us Strangers" which tapped into so much buried stuff... and ever since then I've had tears springing to my eyes at the merest hint of something beautiful. It's a pleasure to be able to experience so much emotional response (joy) at these little moments but it's also a tad inconvenient.
Back to work today and while I thoroughly enjoy my job (it is a dream of a job) I was reluctant to return after my week off - because I just wanted the time (to do very little or even worse - nothing!) However once at work I had a thoroughly good if not exhausting day. We were so busy! Didn't take enough money but we were of service and that is after all our primary function (and it's only me saying we didn't take enough money - my personal reflection) but I was exhausted last night. I went to bed at 9pm and where I usually sit in bed and write my journal, it was lights out and I was gone. Didn't even hear H come in the door.
My plans for Sunday are to do as little as possible. The ankle is improving and my wrist isn't bothering me at all. A bonus of being at work is that I realised I am on holiday next Saturday, so after Tuesday I will be away to the caravan until Sunday - hopefully without incident. Stay tuned folks!