I'm back at work today after a week and a day off. I can't believe it was only a week. Seriously. I had a nice visit with my parents, got traumatized by bats at the zoo, got all jazzed about the idea of keeping urban chickens, made a new commitment to myself to start getting back into shape (a shape other than "pear" that is), decided we needed to transform the area in the yard the dogs have destroyed into a vegetable garden, started building raised beds and went on a grocery shopping rampage. Mr. Dog got the next section of the foundation poured and got an engineer to ok the removal of the cribbing from under the house!
Now I'm sitting here in my office after my first few phone meetings and it's like I'm an impostor. What do I do here? What do I need to do today? No idea. It's like someone bulk erased my brain. It may be partly assisted by the fact it is gorgeous out today and I rode my bike to work. Tried an alternate route to avoid high traffic roads and discovered it is possible to make a ride that's really all down hill into a ride that is almost all uphill. Brutal, my legs are still shaking as a result, but I feel good to have been out doing something active.
Now, to work. Sigh.
Pasta ala Fridge
12 years ago
2 comments:
Sometimes the vacations make getting back to work so much harder.
You've got some great goals started! You can do it! Even if you can't walk.
It sounds like the vacation was just what you needed.
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