I’m on time to work, but feeling rushed.  After missing the day before, I’m backed up on notes, paperwork, OTRs, HAP forms, and pretty much everything else my name has been attached to the past week.  I’m able to finish up by 10:30am and begin working ahead for some clients.  I send some emails, do a reassessment, find some resources, and print some things. 

After multiple cups of coffee, I’m feeling productive.  I’m relieved that I’ve finished a large chunk of my day with only an intake in the afternoon.

On Saturday, I’ll be visiting my grandmother in the early morning.  I really need to finish treatment plans when I get some free time this week or weekend.  Even though I’m out of work at 4:00pm today, I’m not sure how effective I’ll be.  I’ll have to come in early tomorrow to finish my intake, seeing that my schedule is completely booked.

It’s odd that my birthday is coming up.  Turning 26 is odd.  It feels odd, at least.  To the children I see, I may as well be 40.  It makes not difference to them.