Day Twelve, 2025

 From Home Sweet Home to Sunday Scary's

Third and final game played last night was a well deserved win but not enough to put us into the final games today so we were able to sleep in, check out, have a filling breakfast and hit the road home.  Great thing is youngest had a ton of hang out time with his teammates & left it all out on the ice.

Additional bonus, we stopped by to visit our oldest at her home on the way to our home.  Good conversation, snuggles with our grand-dog-ter and then the final leg of the trip home where middle and soul dog were waiting.

Its been a great day.  The bags are unpacked and the laundry at least washed but I find myself dreading work tomorrow.  I like my job so it isn't even work it's person at work that has me on edge.  Plus guilt.

Every story has two sides and I'll only ever really have an unedited version of my story.  What have I done to contribute?  No one is ever entirely innocent, even if contributions to a problem were unintentional.  So I find myself a little relieved that I know an end is in site & worried that I am too sensitive to things.  Of course J thinks I'm silly for this thought pattern but he's only ever heard my side of things.

Also, how many emails will be waiting for me - 200 this time?  I have dread that the day will slowly go off the tracks as soon as others walk in and as usual I'll be scrambling and not complete my list.

I have a plan to implement and a line to use if interrupted.  They may not like it but I can not allow myself to care and sacrifice my work to assist others in completing their work well until I catch up.  Does that mean I may have messes to clean up - likely - so I'll use those messes to train the person that created the mess on Tuesday.  The trick will be attempting to not stress about the messes I could have avoided by being 100% available - people learn better through mistakes right?

Fingers crossed and let's not lose sleep over uncontrollable possibilities.

C

Action VS Grief