I don't usually write about my day job - there is the Dooce factor for a start, but also that my blogging life is wrapped up with my knitting life, my day job doesn't belong here. I work for the government, I love my job, my direct employers are kind, sensible people and my paramount boss is exceptional, thoughtful and takes no nonsense. I go to work, I do my job well, they pay me - it works.
Today I was very glad to come home and go to work at my designing job, today I walked out of the office and burst into tears, I cried all the way home, while I made tea, while I found stashed chocolate (Green and Black's "white" and I don't care that it isn't "real" chocolate - it tastes good and is full of vanilla seeds - that's good enough) and while I pulled out my knitting and settled into my armchair with Frasier snuggling in my lap.
I found comfort in these touchstones, modern day talismans and potions, we knitters all do - we find a way to work a little calm back into out lives with the rhythm of our needles.
I met a woman who was very sad today, she had very good reason, I talked to her quietly and smoothed her road as best I could. I wanted to bring her home and put her by the fire, feed her and help her feel safe again, but I couldn't - and I just have to trust that the others linking in to help her are moved the same way.