I'm working the law library tonight. I get to go back to work at my bookstore tomorrow night. There is a part of me that is excited about this, but, then, there is a part that is actually kind of frightened and I'm not sure why. Part of it, I think, is the fact that I haven't been at the bookstore in quite a while. I think I've worked about a week and half the last five weeks. Its not because I wanted to take the time off, trust me. I had to. I had no choice. And for some reason, I still feel like I let work down by not being there. I'm sure they did just fine without me, but there is a sneaking suspicion on my part that taking so much time off because of my father's sickness will come back and haunt me. I hope not, but I have that fear.
I'm tired today. This last week has been busy with running hither and yon dealing with insurance and social security stuff. I could probably use another week off just to sit and do nothing, but then I'd get bored.
Its funny, old habits die hard. I picked up a New York Times today at the law library to take home. I used to take NYT home for my dad so he could read it. I don't need to take it home, and yet, in some weird way, I do. I'll read it tonight after I get home. I can see myself lugging home the Sunday Times, too.