Day Eighty-Four
A book I had ordered came in the mail, and I started reading it as I went to bed. It was a page-turner, and I couldn't put it down. Although I normally fall asleep reading, I couldn't fall asleep until dawn. So I slept through my exercise time.
When I woke, I would have called in sick, but I remembered having asked a few people to come into the office to see me. I wasn't sure if I had actually put them on my calendar for a team member to see or not. I tried to reach people on my team, but couldn't get through to anyone. I knew my supervisor was out.
So, I ended up going in to work at the normal time, just to get my caseload under control, see the people I was supposed to see--whatever needed to be done. To my surprise, I was scheduled to substitute up front for people in a staff meeting, and, by then, I just stayed. I had brought the book with me, which I had more than half finished, and I read it on my breaks and lunch, and finished it. It was about a woman fleeing domestic violence, and that is always a compelling storyline to me. This book was pretty well-done in many ways, which I appreciated. I found a flaw in the timeline near the end.
I got through the day, hanging by my fingernails, thinking about how I could spend a nice weekend with Mark. Being with him tonight was keeping me going. Toward the end of my day, though, I got a message from him saying that he had been called in to work. I might not even see him until morning, and then he would need to sleep all day. There went the weekend.
I was also angry to discover that my ex, who was driving the kids to California today, had misled me in the email that was supposed to inform me of their itinerary. He had said, "leaving Friday, back Sunday." No one who speaks English would use those words in that way to talk about a week-and-a-half.
So I was not in a great mood, but I hurried home to spend a few moments with Mark before he had to leave. I heated him some soup, and we talked about our various concerns.
I had eggs midday, followed by the leftover chicken dish from last night, then a handful of peanuts, then a peach. I really didn't eat much today, and I really wasn't hungry once I had started eating. There were still some cookies in the empty cubicle, but, of course, I didn't have any. I wonder if I will be able to pass up things like that when this is over. I need to have a plan, because it will soon be over.
So, no exercise today, although I should have had a mighty workout. I was very tired by then, having done the whole stinking day on an hour or two of sleep, so I just ate a little bit of lentil soup with chips and went to bed with a yummy cup of sugarless cocoa.
I'll get the workout in the morning.
When I woke, I would have called in sick, but I remembered having asked a few people to come into the office to see me. I wasn't sure if I had actually put them on my calendar for a team member to see or not. I tried to reach people on my team, but couldn't get through to anyone. I knew my supervisor was out.
So, I ended up going in to work at the normal time, just to get my caseload under control, see the people I was supposed to see--whatever needed to be done. To my surprise, I was scheduled to substitute up front for people in a staff meeting, and, by then, I just stayed. I had brought the book with me, which I had more than half finished, and I read it on my breaks and lunch, and finished it. It was about a woman fleeing domestic violence, and that is always a compelling storyline to me. This book was pretty well-done in many ways, which I appreciated. I found a flaw in the timeline near the end.
I got through the day, hanging by my fingernails, thinking about how I could spend a nice weekend with Mark. Being with him tonight was keeping me going. Toward the end of my day, though, I got a message from him saying that he had been called in to work. I might not even see him until morning, and then he would need to sleep all day. There went the weekend.
I was also angry to discover that my ex, who was driving the kids to California today, had misled me in the email that was supposed to inform me of their itinerary. He had said, "leaving Friday, back Sunday." No one who speaks English would use those words in that way to talk about a week-and-a-half.
So I was not in a great mood, but I hurried home to spend a few moments with Mark before he had to leave. I heated him some soup, and we talked about our various concerns.
I had eggs midday, followed by the leftover chicken dish from last night, then a handful of peanuts, then a peach. I really didn't eat much today, and I really wasn't hungry once I had started eating. There were still some cookies in the empty cubicle, but, of course, I didn't have any. I wonder if I will be able to pass up things like that when this is over. I need to have a plan, because it will soon be over.
So, no exercise today, although I should have had a mighty workout. I was very tired by then, having done the whole stinking day on an hour or two of sleep, so I just ate a little bit of lentil soup with chips and went to bed with a yummy cup of sugarless cocoa.
I'll get the workout in the morning.
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