Angry Cat and Sore Body

Happy Humpday, my friends. It’s Wednesday. Chaucer has already shown his disapproval and puked in the kitchen doorway. Disapproval of what? Wednesdays in general? His food? Existence? We may never know.

I pushed through a workout yesterday morning. I wanted to quit. It wasn’t a particularly difficult workout. To be honest, it’s one of the ones I used to do as an easy workout. I just didn’t want to do it. However, I switched shifts with DayTech on Friday, so no workout that morning. However, I came home feeling totally beaten, and decided I needed an hour in a hot bath. It helped a little.

Patients have started to notice the “countdown” on my name tag at work. Everyone is sad to see me leave. I tell people I’m moving to Canada by way of Florida, the “ultra scenic route”. StressedRPh called a couple of applicants yesterday afternoon, and should set up an interview with at least one this morning.

I’ve started to think about Christmas. I did one holiday alone this year. Christmas will be worse. On top of that, I can’t even do anything for anyone this year. I don’t want to think about it.