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 ...