I’m exhausted and not able to sleep. I spent my last day of leave getting the last few things done in the house. I went for a walk with a friend. I went into the office for a little bit. I did a bit of grocery shopping. I did what I could to be ready for work tomorrow. I came home satisfied. I went to bed with peace of mind.
Two hours later, I’m awake. Physically exhausted. Yet, my brain is ready to go for a walkabout. And, the thing is, I recognize this pattern. It’s very familiar to me. This is grief. I am going to miss the trips downtown to see my surgeon. I feel like we’ve bonded. Under different circumstances (maybe in the future), we would be friends.
The other thing on my mind is that now that I’m done with leave, I’m going to need to adhere to a strict schedule. I have a book proposal to complete and need to write my first draft.
Indomitable Bellatrix 
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