I forget sometimes that days come with their own special baggage.  I didn't think that about today, Monday, until just now.  I remember that Mondays are almost always harder because they are transitions days from the weekend and Sunday to work days, and also because work on Friday needs to be replenished and it usually takes at least a Monday or maybe a Tuesday to get back up to speed.  Today was affected by that and even though I did find some 'housekeeping' (office work) to do to keep me mostly busy it was easy to fall out of the mood to work.  I do still get to worrying a bit, but its been happening this way for so long that I am able to look past it and hope that things will get back to normal (adequate).  Of course when I worry I worry about everyone and that is hard on me.  I wish that I could stop, but it is just the way that it is.  So I get used to letting go of the day and to think about what will be tomorrow.   And I except the reality of my worry expanding to include lots more then it used to.  There are so very many that I am concerned about and I wish I could be all things to all of them.  But, alas, I cannot.