Monday was my last day of the time I’d negotiated working at home, so I took the cats to the vet for their anti-flea shots before starting on the day's tasks. Poor Sal, disturbed from her bed, arrived with a soiled cat box, as so often.
On Tuesday I saw the podiatrist, who seems quite pleased with the foot, then on to the GP’s for the practice nurse to remove a tick that had attached itself to my scalp the day before (presumably in our lovely hairy garden). Ouch. Then on to the main museum for Opinions afternoon.
And today I was back in the office for the first time in a fortnight, apart from one day last week, tackling the Backlog, along with a fairly hefting meeting that had been brought forward by four hours. What a good job I enjoy my work – didn’t it feel odd to be back, though, and it’s only Wednesday…feels more like Friday and three-quarters.
3 comments:
Ticks seem to be so much more common these days though I've not yet read any scientific explanation as to why.
I always hated that feeling of going back to work after a break and that fist week back always seems soooo long.
A few deadlines thrown in tend to concentrate the mind quite well, of course - but I think I agree with Libby Purves. You should get a day for every week you've been away to play yourself back in.
Sounds like a good idea to me
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