The theme for the day is exhaustion. I don’t want to get dressed, move, or think. Check and check to the first two items. The final one is inescapable. I told myself until I make my less than triumphant return to work that I would write a post and then put the really ugly stuff in my journal once a day, every day. Today has been the toughest day so far to make it happen. So, maybe I will try again later but for now I’m returning to the fetal position.
Finding the pieces 