this morning #737.

this morning, even after locating & putting on my glasses, it took a few minutes for me to be able to focus on anything in particular, ocular or otherwise. it’d just hit me that i was actually going to be ok. for now. all weekend, i’d been hiding out from society, catching a quick breather, immersed in getting my mind together. as far as i could tell, my time alone had helped. less potential for panic once i went outside again. it wasn’t like i had a choice anyhow. after taking a bunch of days off this past month, calling out from work had ceased to be an option. i’d be ok. once i was at my desk, i’d just have to focus on getting through the day, hope my boss didn’t care that i couldn’t give her more than that.