Not my favorite day. Monday is sometimes difficult. Lots left over from the weekend. Kerri doesn't come in until afternoon and her interns are not there either. This particular Monday had me catching up with a lot of stuff I didn't get done last week because it was so busy--deposits, etc. And it had a resident, Maddy, getting in a car accident (no one hurt) and missing her TANF appointment for the third time. She was a basket case. She didn't have her brakes fixed because it cost $120. She has a ticket because her brakes weren't working--probably a lot more than $120. And she didn't pay her registration--another ticket. Thank goodness she did pay her insurance. I was alternating between trying to reassure her that this was not as bad as it could have been--things can always be worse and she feels like giving up--and trying to point out that this is the consequence of decisions she made. It left me exhausted and depressed and not very functional for getting done what I need to do.

I left at 2 and Ray and I played racquetball. I really didn't want to play and I was afraid I might get hurt from being already sore and tense. The first game, even trying his hardest, Ray couldn't get me more than 6 points. The second one was a little closer; I was ahead for a while. And I didn't get hurt. Of course, then we were both so hungry that I am not sure the exercise outweighed what we ate. At home, I made delicious dinner that we all enjoyed, had drink and snack, and Ray and I continued to work on finishing up projects, wrapping and packing boxes. I knit a snake for Lidet; I hope she likes it. She is too young to think it is dorky, right? TV and bed.