Today was a good day at Hope. It was my first Thursday working so I was in a different office this time. I really like it, I think better than the other one, and there is nothing wrong with the other one. This one is smaller and has a couch by the window. On my break I opened the window and sat on the couch and worked on catching up with my notes. I got behind and it feels like I’m continuously trying to catch up. It’s mostly when I save the intake notes and they begin to pile up.

With the exception of a new couple, today was all men. One of the men is a patient from Thrive who I’ve been seeing through telehealth for our past two sessions. I had a gap so I schedule him in that space. Before that I had also taken a small nap on the couch, not falling asleep, but crying for some reason over something that was bothering me. I was having a dream about my Thrive supervisor and telling him–I don’t even remember. It was something like saying I was over him now.

Then he sent me an email, which I didn’t have time to read until after the session. It was something about working with people with addictions and responding to what I had sent him. I was definitely worked up after the last time I had been in there with another patient. A woman had been waiting in the waiting area for over a half hour before I saw her leave through the window. He passed by her two different times not realizing it was her. They were supposed to meet for an interview.

She came back and I didn’t have a chance to say it all. I promise I do think about other things besides this. But overall it was a good day and after work I came home to walk Zorro. Dad, the boys, and Elianna were at a track meet in Lincoln. The coach for some reason scheduled four meets the first week. By the time I would’ve gotten there I would’ve missed two thirds of my son’s events. One of them sat this meet out since he was sick. I see so much how kids were meant to have dads.

Today I didn’t have to go in until 10 so that was nice. It’s part of my strategy to keep things contained so I am not overdoing it. My legs are still buzzing so I just need to keep resting. It’s the kind of rest that comes with margin and no activity in the public. The boys won their relays and everyone was home by 7:30. There was a roast with potatoes and carrots in the crock pot. Down by the dam Zorro saw Casper toward the end of the lake. I call him Dippers now and Zorro just watched him.