At least for a year. Today’s my wife’s physical post-op, which will be followed by an online post-op in like 5 weeks. And then… Nothing. We hope. And even if there is another reason to go back, she’s committed to taking at least a year break from surgery. It’ll be the first solid year without doctor’s appointments since 2017.
Cancer sucks, man. And pretty much all of what she’s gone through has been preventive. Sure fucking glad she didn’t have to have chemo on top of it.
Didn’t take much of an adjustment to get back from vacation.
Not sure that’s actually good news, but it will make the week a lot easier.
Not “no dread,” but a lot less than I feared I’d have. Due to a combination of being able to telecommute and liking my job, tomorrow feels more like just another week and not the end of a good time.
I also may yet finish writing another book in 2022. Nice to transition back to my regular hours with some optimism.
I had one earlier this week, in between fever dreams and bouts of impostor syndrome. For a beautiful moment I had peace with the career I’m returning to on Monday.
Then it vanished and I felt terror. But hope springs eternal, so maybe I’ll get another sweet taste of relief.
Truth is, when I’m actually doing the work, I’m fine. But when I leave I fear the failure I’m not experiencing. Which sucks because by definition, when I leave, I’m at home relaxing.
Maybe it’s just that this was such an extremely shitty week, I can’t help but expect disaster. I think I’m recovered by now. I do better at work/life balance, as I do with most things, when I’m not heaving my guts out. Who knew.
Still sick. Not going to make excuses for being depressed or try to pretend today.
They want to watch a bunch of movies and play video games. No argument here. I can’t imagine if they were both outdoorsy.
I’ve got some wrapping paper to clean up. I’ll write something better later.
I don’t care that it’s dull as hell. I’m excited to finally clean up some mess that’s been haunting us for ages. Seems I can never find time to do it on a regular schedule, but today’s the beginning of my vacation. So let’s bust out the mop, motherfucker.
I have PTO available to me, and I use it all regularly each year. I can’t imagine doing it any other way. I’m tired constantly even with the breaks.
I’ve known others who just don’t take their time off. It’s hard to reframe your life to something self-driven when you dedicate yourself too much to a job. Thankfully that’s not a challenge on my plate at the moment.
Today Is Worth It Because... 