Monday. Tuesday.

Yesterday was a day. Worked until late, went home, watched Act 1 & 2 of When the Levees Broke. Mmm hmm. Is it any wonder that this morning saw me feeling like I'd been hit by a truck? I sat on the couch for an hour and a half (missed the first bit) knitting, sobbing, knitting, sobbing. I did finish my dishcloth.

Honestly, I am amazed by and admire anyone who is even trying to function in a normal setting after having gone through the tragic horror of post-Katrina New Orleans. I'd have spent the last year walking around, screaming "have you any idea what I've been through?!!".

This evening I had dinner with folks from work. One of the cooler kids' birthday is today and we went out to celebrate. 15 had committed and 23 showed up. It was fun, but I feel weird now. Until recently, I'd been keeping my distance. In the last two weeks have three times put myself in a social setting with colleagues. This might not sound like much, but for me it's huge. Unsettling.

The people are wonderful, entertaining, enlightening. But I've never even tried to keep the frolleague balance. There was work, there was life outside work. Here, the life outside work is me, alone. While I do enjoy my own company, it has gotten a bit - yes, I admit this - unvaried.

So.

And now there are going to be changes at work that might end this burgeoning social life. My team may be moved to the other building - when I heard this, my chest constricted. I've called it the fishbowl and the atmosphere in the other building reminds me of high school. I might have to call my mom to pick me up and sign me out sick.