I had to report back to work today. After a two hour meeting and two hours of sitting at my desk, I had to pack it in and call it a day. When I said goodbye to a colleague who'd been there since early morning and, unfortunately, most days during the summer, he laughed, saying, "You fought a good fight." At this rate, I may not be ready for classes come next Monday. I knew my summer of cycling across America would have some kind of an effect on me, and I'm beginning to see just what that effect is.
I am very, very rarely late getting to work. I try to be at least 15 minutes early for meetings and for classes. Today, I walked into the meeting just as it started. While I sat at the table, trying to listen to the opening remarks by our new VP, I realized I'd forgotten my keys to my office. I'd also not thought to put a pen and paper in my bag, so I had nothing to write with or on during the meeting.
After the meeting, I returned home to find said keys. They were right where I'd put them in May.
When I arrived back at my office, I saw I had a voicemail. For the life of me I couldn't remember the password to access it. I tried all kinds of combinations, but nothing allowed me in. I just hope whatever the message is it's nothing really, really important.
Then I started in on all the emails from the summer. After a few minutes, I just decided they weren't worth the time and effort to go through, so I deleted them. Only those from the Chair and the Dean received attention. My inbox is now cleaned up.
That was my first day back to work. Six months ago I would be frantic at how unproductive I was, beating myself up for not getting more done. Today? Today I simply smiled as I walked out the suite doors, down the steps, and out of the building. A cool breeze was blowing out of the northeast. Dark gray clouds threatened to let the rain loose. A flock of geese flew low overhead, making me wonder if we're in for an early fall.