Back to Routine
Well, it was back to work on Tuesday and the beloved roommate returned today, hauling large, impressive satchels upon his back. What a vagabond, that man!
My work unit continues to sound like a tuberculosis ward with all our coughing and hacking. Yet, for all its foibles (including the most deadly 3-hour-long "e-training" you can possibly imagine, I am glad to be there. I remember all the times I've been unemployed, and I am grateful to have the work.
My daily practice ceased while I was sick. So it feels good altogether to be back to the sitting and running the IP.
As I prepare for a workshop I'm giving with a covenmate, I am thinking a great deal about power.
My work unit continues to sound like a tuberculosis ward with all our coughing and hacking. Yet, for all its foibles (including the most deadly 3-hour-long "e-training" you can possibly imagine, I am glad to be there. I remember all the times I've been unemployed, and I am grateful to have the work.
My daily practice ceased while I was sick. So it feels good altogether to be back to the sitting and running the IP.
As I prepare for a workshop I'm giving with a covenmate, I am thinking a great deal about power.