Well, I did take yesterday off. Called in bright and early and took a personal day, not because I was feeling bad, well I did for a short while since the flooring desk was going to be left short handed. Then I reminded myself there are others working who can talk to customers. I'm not the only one working there. As I get older, I'm shrugging off responsibilities I used to wear as a mantle of authority. This is how life is. I tell people that in all the years you spend on this earth there should be two times when you should be able to shirk off responsibility: when you're a child and your parents are shouldering them, and when you get older. And let's be honest here, I am getting older.
One of the things I did notice yesterday, and something which has come to my attention before, is that my back feels so much better when I'm at home. Not that I think going to work causes psychosomatic pain, but I'm not walking on concrete at home, and I sit in chairs that are a comfortable height, and are cushioned and not plastic. Six years ago, when I had a very serious back episode, my specialist asked me what I thought caused my improvement. I didn't really know then. Looking back, I'm fairly certain that today my answer would be, not walking on concrete, etc. Six years ago I went on LOA for 3 months.
I wrote over 1000 words yesterday. I suspect this is what my going part-time will be. A new character has joined the plot in The Body in Repose: Captain Trawley.
And then, of course, this happened yesterday.