Working again feels pretty good.

This is the second day and I'm getting the hang of the paperwork and such. I spent some time organizing all the brochures and booklets. I also filled in the blanks that don't change on a pile of the forms we use every day. Chances are I'll be there for two months. The woman I'm substituting for called in today and said she'd be out on sick leave for at least eight weeks if not longer. My resources should stretch further that way or as Pete says, allow me to go broke at a slower pace.

My employers don't mind if I work on my writing during down time. If the phones aren't ringing and the patient files are updated, I can sit quietly and write my stuff or edit stuff from my writers' group. That's a good thing. They don't begrudge me not watching the soap operas with them. I've got two weeks to get a story finished to take it to the next meeting. The others have been clamoring for one of my works in progress and I'm feeling guilty about not getting it done and giving it back to them.