Things are decidedly back to normal here today. Yesterday’s big news has all but been forgotten and it’s business as usual. Lost my focus for the day, as usual, don’t particularly feel like doing this at this very moment, as usual, and waiting on other people, as usual. Of course talking about work, I’ll be working a few days while I’m in Michigan, we have a massive blockpoint coming up and I hope I’ll be able to download it, or else I’m hosed. Luckily I’ll be taking a sick day (dentist) the day it happens, so the calls to the help desk will have some time to taper off.

It’s good. Yes?

I’m starting to count down the days to our trip home, then panic as I realize that I only have that many left to clean the house, get affairs with the animals straightened around, and basically make sure everyone will survive. I’m worried I’ll come home to a plucked Goffin, as she’s particularly neurotic anyway, and slight changes upset her a lot. I swear my birds are higher maintenance than my kids. I worry that they will be too loud for their caretaker, although she can always bring them back to the house, but then I worry that she has to drive all the way out there twice a day to take care of them. So this all evolves into other worries, which wreaks havoc on my state of mind. As much as I look forward to going home, I’m ready to stay here just so I don’t have to worry about cleaning the house, doing the laundry, making sure the bird cages are scrubbed, checking the cars’ brakes, which I know need to be repaired, and of course I don’t have the money. Top that off with working all of my allowed overtime this week and it’s turning me into a total wreck. I’m just glad the psych refilled my meds for me, because this is utterly ridiculous.