The First Day

My first day of not going into work was strange. Strange? Why should it be. I always wanted to not have to work one day, potter around the house and do as I pleased. But that day was different, the house was different. It is the same house I lived in for years but it seemed so much quieter, I was so alone. But I've been in the house alone before?

The tears I cried on Friday have gone. I had a good weekend with the family. My husband trying to cheer me up and reassure me we'll be o.k. Now today is Monday. What shall I do? Do laundry, clean the refrigerator, dust, watch old movies on AMC, the list was endless. What did I do? None of the above.

Motivation is gone. No interest in anything. The minutes ticking away into hours. Just the sound of the ticking clock. Tick tock. tick tock.... How long will it last? Am I alone?

Not working...what now!