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Hanging out at work waiting for food to be delivered. "Stuff" at the office is on-going, but I think I'm finally learning not to stress about it too much. It's all out of my control at this point, so all I do is hurt myself if I stress about it. Ten years ago I'd be frantic. Twenty years ago I'd be *crying* So although progress comes slowly, it does happen.
I wish I'd brought my knitting, since all I'm doing is waiting for take-out. Maybe I will start bringing it to the hospital on the weekends I'm here.
I wish I'd brought my knitting, since all I'm doing is waiting for take-out. Maybe I will start bringing it to the hospital on the weekends I'm here.