Getting my butt kicked, gratefully, though.

I made it through my first week back at work alive. Every muscle in my body is sore, though. I was kinda hoping since I was off for a couple months, they would give me a couple days to ride along with someone else to see if I could remember how to do this job, but no such luck. I guess it's like riding a bike. While my brain remembers most of the job, my body doesn't, though. I've lost some of the dexterity my hands and fingers had, so I'm finding handling my tools a bit awkward. I also have to get some of those nice callouses going on my hands again so I don't bleed as often, and my band-aid consumption will go down. The muscles that are complaining the most are my calves. They feel like rubber bands that could snap at any minute just from normal walking. They enjoyed their two month vacation, and now are trying to remember how they ever managed to walk the equivalent of 50 stair cases a day while carrying boxes full of tools, wire and supplies. While, I could go on, but I've reached my textual complaining limit for the day. On the bright side, I'm looking forward to getting my work metabolism and shape back, even though the process of doing that is painful.

Thank God spring is on the way. I think I suffer from a bit of Seasonal Affective Disorder, because I feel lazy and tired all winter no matter how much sleep I get, and I crave large amounts of sugar and chocolate. I'm already feeling better to some extent now that more sunlight is coming through, and the fact that days are getting longer still also is giving me something positive to focus on to get me through the remaining snow-filled days. I just heard a chickadee sing "Spring's Here", I love hearing that in early February, such a simple and wonderful encouragement from God to me, and now anyone who reads this.