The Time Has Come and Other Grumblings

In just over 2 hours I return to the office. It has been 3 long weeks of surgery, recovery and boredom. Am I ready to return to the office? Well, my mind is - - - I am going crazy sitting here day after day...but I don't think my body is as willing as my mind is. I guess time will tell if I am really ready, I am prepared to leave the office early and return to the recliner for the afternoon and to try it again tomorrow morning.

The hair from hell. Yep...that is what I have now-a-days. Why oh why do I think I need to do something "different" with my hair when I don't even have a brain to remember my middle name? Those papers you sign when going under for surgery...I think they should not only include "do not make any important decisions" but "do not cut or perm your hair" for a month following antheisia. So, this morning I will be trying to tame the beast that has taken up residency on my head.

"I couldn't sleep last night", so says hubby as he comes into the livingroom an hour ahead of his usual waking time. Your telling me?? I am the one who moved to the recliner 3 hrs ago because your not sleeping was "helping" me to not sleep as well.

OK, OK, enough of the whining...enough of the procrastinating...enough of all this monkey business. I gotta get up, put my face on...do something with the hair from hell. The office awaits me and I am sure my desk will be piled high with "urgent" "immediate attention requested" and other such notices...I am sure I will spend the day shredding such memo's...after all, most of it has been sitting there for 3 wks, unattended to.

Next post will be so uplifting you will wonder what happened to Pam!!!