Wednesday, April 3, 2013


I had a pretty good time at my grief counseling session today.  I cried, I laughed, I figured some stuff out about myself.  I made my counselor laugh when I told her about a reoccurring dream I used to have about being a super hero on rollerblades.

I did some shopping at Dollarama and at Loblaws.  That was good.

And then, I came home and was immediately swamped with emails.  Emails that demanded my attention!  I had to finish the on-line course I've been doing for three months - and fast, before Friday! I had to write an important email to my bookkeeper on behalf of one of my employees.  And then there were the emails about scheduling.  So many of  them!

Well, I did the final two lessons of the course - that's out of the way! I am now qualified to advise people who, like myself, have communication disabilities.

And I wrote to my bookkeeper too.  The correspondence wasn't completely satisfying, but I'll try again tomorrow.

Right now, I have to email my employees about getting shifts covered.

No rest for the wicked ...

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