Sleep didn't come easily last night. Maybe it was because I'd been doing something I enjoy - playing around with the travel journal and writing in my regular journal and I wanted to stay in the flow. Maybe it was because the book I read in bed was getting good and I was sorry to leave the story. Maybe it was because Harley was cold and was pressed up against me so snugly that I could barely move. Maybe it was because as I was drifting off I had a terrible half-asleep/half-awake nightmare. Maybe it was because I had to go into the office in the morning and I was having a bout of the Sunday scaries.
It's ridiculous, but there is something about going to the office on Monday that causes me to lose sleep. It's part of the reason I chose to work from home on Mondays and go to the office on Fridays. I don't have Sunday scaries when I know I get to work from home, and I don't have Monday scaries about going to the office on Tuesday.
Probably this particular episode is because I am training the woman who will replace me when I retire. It's not that I don't want to train her; I do! I think it's more that I worry I won't do a good enough job passing along what I know in the weeks to come. Of course I will do the best I can, and it's not like I'm the only person around who knows how to do the stuff I do. She will be fine, and there will be changes to the job once I'm gone, anyway, but still. It's my sincere desire that when I say good-bye on the 11th, she will feel confident in taking on the role.
Tonight I am feeling pretty tired, so I'll play around a bit with some art to relax and get to bed sooner than later.
Good night!
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