Now I know why it was so quiet around here yesterday. Nobody knew it was Monday! I know that because today was a regular Monday, with all the craziness that implies. Julie even said at one point, "Since we were out of the office all day yesterday, this feels like a Monday to me." To me, yesterday felt like a good Monday, and today had all the elements of a bad Monday.

I wasn't sure how I was going to get through the day, with my sciatica slowing me down. Oh, I knew I'd make it, but I didn't have a clue how it would go.

The Monday-ness of the day was slow in getting off the ground, and that was my salvation early on. It was quiet enough this morning that I could ease into the heavy work load (and by that I mean I could lie on the couch with my eyes closed for an extra hour after I was already on the clock). I think that really helped me, although it didn't seem to help my left hip much.

Then this afternoon, when it all totally hit the fan, I was too busy to worry about my aches and pains. I had no choice but to keep going, because I had people throwing things at me from three directions at once, and they all wanted it back right now. I guess the juggling kept my mind off the needles shooting up and down my leg.

So I suppose I have my answer. The way to get through a rough day is to sleep through half of it and work so hard through the other half that it zips by almost unnoticed. That scenario actually coincides pretty well with my personal philosophy, so I shouldn't have been surprised that it worked out like that.

This being the last day of the month was just another monkey wrench in the soup. It was one more reason to keep working without stopping to pamper myself. And I have to admit that I feel better tonight, after all this commotion, than I did this morning, coming off a night of "rest." I read somewhere that the best way to control pain is to ignore it, and that's sort of what I did today, more or less by default.