My last day of freedom. I’m both dreading and thankful to be going back to work tomorrow. I’m thankful my recovery is officially over and I’m doing better. I’m thankful they seem to be happy that I’m coming back. It’s nice to know I’m needed. And I’m thankful I’ll be going back to my normal paycheck. The backyard isn’t paying for itself. But there have been a lot of changes at work and the atmosphere is weird. I spent some time with my boss last Friday getting caught up on everything that’s been going on—and it’s been busy. I’ll need to hit the ground running tomorrow.