Well, as this was my first week back to work I was quite simply, chomping at the bit to get back in the saddle (now there’s a mixed metaphor for you) Oh joy,back to work after my marvelous benefit, I was high on life Wednesday morning. Just three hair cuts then I could get back on the early three o’clock ferry and be home with Peter around five. Oh my God! Can I just tell you, and in all the years I have been ferry commuting (about 12) this has never happened. I was so tired I fell into such a deep sleep on the ferry, I was awoken by a kick on my shoe bottom by security telling me the entire boat had unloaded and if I didn’t get a move on I’d be going back to Seattle. I stumbled off the ferry caught the next one, walked in the door, ate some food,went to bed, . . I suppose I should know better by now because this sort of happened before. When you lay around like a lump of lard for a month your whole body gets weak, I think your muscles actually start to atrophy( wish that were true for the tummy rolls. I have been really struggling this week and I’m so glad it’s the weekend. I do have to go back into town tomorrow for a physical therapy appointment and it’s time for another, painful I’m sure, boob injection fill up. Are, well, next week I will be stronger and the week after stronger still.