Things I did this week...(pretty boring, maybe you should move on to more interesting stuff).

Monday, can't remember, although I know I went to work.

Tuesday, can't remember, although I know I went to work.

Wednesday, even though it was yesterday...drawing a blank there too, worked for sure.

Today, worked, went to pick up kid's prescription at pharmacy - stupid insurance thinks we are not here (in the US), although they considered us here here last month. To make up for just being grumpy bought uncured, no nitrates, vegetarian fed bacon and Ohhhhhh, the house STILL smells like bacon, yummy, yummy, yummy.

Not working tomorrow.

See - I'm back to working, but not full time. This is supposed to give me lots of free time, make me feel freer, above the constraints that *other* people have. But instead it just makes me all stressed out on the days that I do work.

I didn't work last Friday, and before not working I confirmed it with my boss...

Me: (slightly unsure) So I wasn't going to work tomorrow?

Him: (slightly slight on his part too) That was the plan.

Me: OK then. (still unsure in general)

Him: No further response so...one of my favortie quotes (Jody Foster: Contact)..."I'm OK to go." I said that in my head, not out loud. I'm not THAT crazy.

It still feels like I'm playing hookie. And I'm not a break the rules kind of person, so this is NOT a liberating feeling.