Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Six Weeks

The dogs and I got soaked in the rain today.

I've had six weeks off from work. Six weeks at home--not doing much. I've gloried in it. I've read books. I've done almost nothing. And I have very rarely gotten into the damned car and gone anywhere.

I love this home.

The rib is better. I could take a couple more weeks off, but the political situation at work probably means I should get back as quickly as possible. However, I have come to the point where if I never had to go back to the workaday world of psychiatric nursing, I wouldn't go. It isn't that I don't like what I do: I do.

It is more that I like it here. I like the smell of the wood stove. I like this solitude. I like my dog walks. I like spending time with this family. I wish I didn't have to leave.

But I do. Soon. It sucks.

3 comments:

Tim Koppenhaver said...

Sounds like your break from the routine was a good one despite the cracked rib. It freed you up to experience life in a different way. Good luck transitioning back into the world of the rest of us day to day grinders.

Take care.

TK

Allan Stellar said...

Tim,

Thanks. Next time around (if there is a next time), I'm gonna come back as an inheritor of a fortune. I'm much more suited to be a trustfunder than being an employed breadwinner.

Barb said...

Yes - I can understand your feelings. I'm retired and can't imagine losing the solitude and time that gives me.