*Finally* going back to work today after two months of leave due to the d**n depression.

Scared.

I'm putting some extra stuff in my pockets--the handkerchief was a gift from my best friend (it's an inside joke b/c something about the way I exist in the world--I like to think that it's b/c I'm approachable/compassionate but maybe it's just b/c folks can smell a fellow crazy-person from miles away--results in people who I don't know well or who are like my supervisors will out of the blue tell me stuff about them/their lives that makes them cry), the heart was given to me by a former T (and was given to her by one of her former Ts), the writing is a bit of Kahlil Gibran's "On Work" ("work is love made visible" stuff).

Requesting any and all additional pocket riders! (I know that "Bring Your Couch Peeps To Work Day" is not a holiday in any of the major religious traditions but I thought it might be okay to make an exception just this once.) I'll even put you in a front pocket so you don't get too squashed