I thought I had found it, my desk. But it was a lie. There are still piles of stray things that haven’t yet found a home made worse by coming home late last night from San Lorenzo High School (and another stint as a vaccinator). It wasn’t one I had signed up for. Rather, I was thinking that it would be smarter to limit the distance I had to drive, to not drive at night (insane drivers on the freeway seem to multiply after dark). and otherwise work in congenial surroundings.
But then I received a phone call about 2000 on Wednesday evening. I know the co-ordinator. He explained that they really needed to add a station and besides, two of the planned stations were going to be staffed by new people. Ok, I can do this.
Shall we just say that the evening was accomplished with minimal stress overall? Which put me in recovery mode today. I didn’t feel like cleaning. I just settled for being frustrated. (and I am not willing to even guesstimate how many items are nesting on the desk. By category, I am thinking mid-double digits…)
But I managed to get Noah to Richmond so that he could get his booster, I planted three new solar lawn flamingos and embroidered (machine here) four name badges to take along on Saturday when the one clinic I had been planning on working this week will take place.
It is late, I have to leave early, and am obviously not too terribly coherent!