My two weeks with a full-time work schedule have concluded and I am returning to a sense of normal. I am now also in greater sympathy with Mr. Duffy and others who work 40+ hours every week and still manage to do other things like cook dinner, mow the lawn and keep a hobby. For the first time in three weeks I opened the stack of mail which has been patiently waiting on my desk. Tomorrow I may even visit the post office for the first time in three weeks. I admit (and don't laugh, please) that neglected stacks of mail intimidate me which leads to further neglect. I couldn't have told you whose letters awaited me but the moment I leafed through them the familiar and friendly names lost their intimidating influence. I enjoyed opening each one and resuming the conversations of each. I relished the return of that satisfying feeling associated with pausing time and writing that I haven't had since my lifestyle change of becoming a working woman (though I must say that working in the activities department of a retirement community is more like play than actual work). Reading letters felt like putting on a comfortable pair of slippers or sitting down with a favorite, often read book. "This is more a part of me than I realized," I thought. Tomorrow I will respond to some if not all of them. Responding to all of them might be too ambitious because after so long a wait, each deserves my full attention and as you can guess, there is so much to tell.
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