I’m in my office with the door shut until the morning meeting lets out.  Everyone seems happy to see me and everyone has questions and I’m okay with that for about ten minutes.  My story goes from a paragraph length of how my recovery went to, “Yep, I’m feeling a lot better.” 

I’m going through too many emails I’ve missed over the passed few weeks and trying to keep my composure at my desk as people walk by smiling.  My day stays full with paperwork and clients.  And all day long, the only thing I can think of is Chloe.  I miss her so much.

12 hours later, I’m finally home and happy that the next few days won’t be as strenuous as today, though it was manageable.

I’m really looking forward to Friday night.