6/15. just checking in.

It’s Saturday as far as I can tell.

I, well I wasn’t good or okay or even fine, but by I was functional by Thursday night. As long as I didn’t really try to function too much. I was coherent enough to think it felt like Friday night since I was home all day. Functional enough to logic through why it wasn’t actually Friday.

I didn’t do anything. Friday I did usual Friday stuff plus extra errands like checking on my brother’s cat, taking me m to her bank, and (finally!) mailing my passport renewal paperwork.

(Aside: Now I can’t find the security envelope that my old passport was in and which now contains my social security card, checkbook, and unused photo. I really really hope it either slid under the passenger seat or I somehow left it at the post office.)

Then today was work which is how I know (well, strongly suspect) it’s Saturday.

So the library’s internet provider connected the library to the new fiber optic lines that will be available in the county July 1. And then closed the existing internet account. Because we have the new fiber optic internet account. That doesn’t actually work for another 16 days. So today was five hours, but felt so much longer, of trying to work without internet access while patrons complain that the internet isn’t working. Which we told every one of them when they came in.

As always, thanks for your quality and professionalism, Rectum.

In one way things have gotten much better at work. No one — granted there were only two other staff and the director today — no one said anything about me leaving abruptly on Thursday.

p.s. I have non-computer library crafting to do, but sewing at the desk is still not allowed even when we can’t do anything else.

UPDATE: I couldn’t find the missing checkbook, etc. And couldn’t find it and couldn’t find it and couldn’t find it. Went to bed ans slept but woke up at 3:00am and couldn’t get back to sleep thinking about it. And now it’s almost 5:00 and I looked on the couch for probably the seventh or eighth time. And there it is.

I put it back where it belongs. I’d say all is well, but I’m going to be mentally beating myself up for awhile.