Shoulder to the Wheel

I was afraid that my desk would be a disaster when I got back to work yesterday. I am not ordinarily a pessimist, but it took me several weeks to dig back up to the surface after taking a week off in September. So I was guesstimating 60% of that for being out three days this time.

I got through all of my email; in fact, there are fewer in my inbox than there were when I left, huzzah! I got all of the electronic mail filed through Friday, and halfway through yesterday. I transcribed all but one of the tapes in my inbox, responded to three emails from one of my attorneys on something which I delegated (training one of the admins to step up to legal secretary; she was sick yesterday), and will either finish that today or teach her how to do it if she is back. Plus, I was not the default carrier-down-of-the-mail yesterday afternoon.

So yesterday was pretty much golden, a welcome respite from the madness of last Tuesday, when I was scrambling to get things done so I could leave. I am looking forward to sitting down at my desk today and polishing off that tape for Attorney A.

And there is knitting tonight. But no swim this morning, as I have spent too long on the computer. I will just pop the bag into my trunk for after Knit Night. Did I mention that I regained eight pounds between my well-woman and my doctor appointment last Wednesday? This is not about vanity; it is about being strong enough and flexible enough to accomplish my mission here on earth.

It is only tangentially about having room at the inn for some of the fruits of my favorite cheesecake-baker. Four days until he meets Secondborn and her tribe...