This week was my first week back to work fulltime in over a year. Needless to say, I'm pooped! One of my dogs is a bit restless from the change in schedule. It is after 9pm; the fireplace is on, lights are off and she is zipping around like the dog did in the movie 'The Mask' with Jim Carey when it put the mask on.
A highlight of my day was driving to work... The main road, the only road, to my espresso drive-thru has seen some delays in the past 6 weeks due to construction. I lay in bed nightly intently pleading to the Lord for a respite in the constrution so I can indulge in my 24 oz 4 shot (half decaf) extra cream, Americano. I'm not kidding when I say that! This morning I was determind. I took a different route in hopes of averting what stands between me and what I so look forward to every morning. Not just because of the coffee, but the people are nice and they give me two treats to take home to my dogs. I'm optimistic as I approach this road. I pull up to the flagger and her arms start flailing and I think there has been an accident or she is seizing. She looked that upset. I roll down my window and asked what she wanted me to do. It took me a second to realize she was asking if I knew how to use my turn signal. She even asked me if I had ever used it (REALLY??)...while screaming...I hate to put it like this, but I seriously thought she was going to climb through my window and tear out my turn signal to get her point across. I don't think much about Flaggers except for the cigarrettes I see them smoking everytime I drive by...
I felt as though I failed the test, if it was that - a test. I do think so due to two other incidents this week where I had the opportunity to show peace and kindness in the wake of strife, both which I failed miserably, all over the coffee...with the flaggers. I was talking to myself in my mind as I was yelling at this woman. I was concious that I was being an extremely poor example and that I had failed twice already this week, but I just kept yelling at her. I'm sure I'll have another opportunity to do better next time. I'll take it...
I got my Americano and it was moment to savor. I was truly happy. Someday, I will own one of those stands and sip Americano's all day while my colleague friends are still running around like headless Chickens.
Still reflecting on a check my friend wrote to me that bounced. The double payment that went through to PSE and they wouldn't refund it. The VEP test and final Transverse Myelitis diagnosis. The fact that my family and friends think that TM is simply a pulled muscle. I struggle with wanting to provide a full online neurologic tutorial on Transverse Myelitis so they can truly understand what this past year has been like for me..I'll have to swallow my pride and be happy that I know and a few key people know. That's all that matters.
I've been coming home every night this week at about 7pm and am in bed by 8/9pm. I get to sleep until about 8/830am. I plan on resting most of the day tomorrow. My neighbors have asked me to mow my back lawn because they are having an open house. Thankfully, the open house isn't until Sunday at 1pm. I can take it easy tomorrow. I'm hoping for a rainy Saturday in front of the fire while reading, resting, dog cuddling and movies.
I've had two dreams about rabbits this week and one a last week. Someone must be pregnant because I know I'm not :)
Yesterday was kind of neat and I was tickled: I was praying intently on what to wear to work. I was exhausted and just wanted to wear something cozy, but alas was drawn to the flowing blouse and burgandy boots. I went to the gas station and this fabulous woman from across the gas station shouted to me about how she loved my blouse :) Who goes out of their way like that from across the gas station? That was so nice. It still makes me smile as I write this and I imagine I smile about it for a long time to come. What a sweetheart. I told her I would meet there at the same time the next day!
Work was okay.I could have done a better job. I hope to have more energy next week. Things are moving along though.
One thing I've loved about this week was crawling into bed at 8pm and just laying there quietly with my dogs. It was so nice to just lay and love and cuddle and spend time.
It was a pretty good week..
Good night!