I could not take it any longer and I took four days off work. I've been saving all my vacation time (the VA calls it annual leave) for an Italian honeymoon, but Walter still can't leave the country. I could not take it any more. Since Wednesday was a holiday I got a total of 9 days off. Nine days off. Nine days without having to listen with intent, use clinical judgment, assess for suicide risk, homicidal risk and generally deal with people- lots of people- all day.
It was glorious. I slept a lot. I culled my wardrobe inspired by this lady who I understand ruthlessly edited her closet. I also organized my make-up and dressing table inspired this blog which is my latest obsession. I cleaned house. Framed our wedding pictures and our wedding certificate. I cooked when I felt like it. I read this book.
I'm sad tomorrow is Sunday. But I know that I am going to go back to work refreshed.
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