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[elainegrey]

Yesterday, the fact the New Director can't communicate was demonstrated yet again, in a way that stressed a number of us out. "Well if the news didn't trickle down to you or the team, it doesn't matter: we need this," he noted. And i had to get a team member to work late.

I was already stressed about our level of preparation for this week, and that tipped me to feeling completely unable to cope.

I left voice mail with my sister lola_kristine as we're doing Anxiety Support group work for each other -- William's coinherence to the extent it can be explained by me as i exit NB 101 at EB 92.

And, by the end of the day, i was much better. I have some classic SF short stories on my phone to read, James Schmitz's Agent of Vega and some others. I skimmed a little at lunch. Maybe today i'll go walk the treadmill.

I'm carpooling with a colleague which made the traffic of the first rain of the season tolerable.

Christine is off at a presentation this morning. I'm getting myself out the door. I'm re-reading this and feel it sounds uncentered and absent. I guess I am absent, mind already passing through the day to the evening's Library committee meeting, wondering about my energy levels.

I hope today i can make sure to make the whole team feel valued and listened to and that they had opportunity for engagement. I'm trying to focus on them and not the work.