A couple of days later, I received a case of Peeps from one of my friends from AT&T. (Not just a box or two - a case - as in 24 boxes. I could be high on sugar for the next year...) As his accompanying note said, "What thought could be more up?" I must admit, I smiled all that day - and have a box of them sitting on my desk at work. Just looking at them renews the smile.
I also heard from a couple of friends who offered to help me clean my house when next it needs it, since I still won't be able to push a mop or vacuum cleaner. (I was wrong about being limited to 15 pounds of lifting - the new limit is actually 5 pounds. AND, the ban on lifting extends to Labor Day. At least I'm still allowed to exercise by walking! **grumble, grumble**) Another friend treated me to lunch.
Yet another AT&T friend told me my name still pops up in meetings a year after my retirement - 'the Janice logic' - apparently a few of the programs I left behind are complex enough that no one wants to touch them. That made me laugh. (and here I thought they wouldn't miss me at all after I'd left...)
The visit from my daughter and grand-baby helped. It's hard to stay too down when there's a baby in the house. Especially when someone else is doing the get-up-early-with-the-baby part. She had a great time emptying all the drawers she could reach and pushing the furniture around. (The baby, not Kate.) Then, as a touch of great adventure, we let her play with the metal mixing bowls. That was a BIG hit; who needs toys? (OK, we did. The pushing the furniture around part was a little hard on the floors, so I asked a friend of mine, whose kids are just a bit older than Lexi, if we could borrow a push toy for a week. She was happy to loan us a small cart - and it was well-used the week it was here.)
All of this helped. (At least, it helped until I went back to work last Thursday, and found myself so behind that I had to work through the weekend just to begin to get my feet beneath me. I didn't want to do it, but figured asking them to push the start date of the school year back a few days so I could get my work done wouldn't fly too well... Now, I'm exhausted - not dangerously so, yet, but I'll be glad once school starts, and I can cut back to normal working hours.)
How do people ever get through something like this alone? They have my prayers and my sympathy, because I know, without you all, I'd be a melting mess. Thank you.