My coworker fell the end of April and fractured her arm and dislocated her elbow, necessitating surgery and a work hiatus of six weeks. She is now trying to get back on track. She had looked forward to doing some grocery shopping yesterday on her day off, but the money wasn't put on her card, so her much-anticipated trip was postponed. Her cell phone bill was due the end of the month and she hasn't been able to pay it, so it is likely it will be turned off. In spite of loans from managers, she is struggling.
My problems seem picayune compared to hers. Little things at home bother me. The closed drapes in the living room that would be open if my husband were at work. The glade air freshener by my laptop. My husband's things on the dining room table.
I am trying to decide:
Should I register for another rec center class?
My parents and brother are going to the state park for a week. Do I want to go?
Perhaps I should join a local writing support group.
The question is what do I want to do?
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