I'm ba-a-ack!

I've returned from vacation, and will be in my office tomorrow. It's always hard to end a vacation, but it definitely helps if you enjoy the job you are returning to. This particular vacation was helpful in that I realized I don't take enough vacation, and that I need to set aside more healing time for myself in order to have more to give in return to clients.

Meanwhile, having checked my phone messages upon my return, I discover that the telephone voicemail is full. Among the calls I received were:

* Several phone calls from clients checking in on me and asking for call-backs when I get back to town

* Beth from Computer Geeks (again) telling me about their fabulous service based here in Watertown (I haven't yet called her, given that I have "Computer Rick" and don't need Beth, with or without her "geeks!" )

* Verizon Wireless DSL trying to persuade me to sign up for service. I had DSL before and it didn't feel that much faster than dial-up...leastways not enough to make up for the fee differential.

* A couple of clients who decided that they were ready to return to therapy and when could I fit them in?

* 6 calls from prospective clients who would like to come in for couples therapy. One person asked if I worked on Saturday. That stopped me in my tracks. I don't think I know of a single therapist who works on Saturdays. Then I remembered that I used to work on Saturdays many years ago - but there wasn't much call for it, so I stopped.

* Several phone calls from clients who wanted to change their appointment time.

* Sundry calls from other therapists and psychiatrists checking in on mutual clients.

Today was my first day back in town. Despite the fact that I wasn't officially working, I did return calls (in the order in which they were received).

I also spent 3 hours at the dentist's surgery while my granddaughter got veneers put on her two front teeth which had snapped in half during a bicycle accident while I was on vacation. Her teeth have now gone from large, buck toothed and crooked to perfectly straight and average sized. Ah, the wonders of modern dentistry! What was not pleasant was listening to her screaming from the other side of the building...apparently, she spotted "The Needle" despite having been told to keep her eyes closed. These loud and terrified screams came despite the fact that she had previously been giggling up a storm on laughing gas...I dread to think what would have happened if she hadn't been sniffing the gas.

Anyway, it's good to be back.