I feel a bit better. Tonight is not a terrible night at work, and a little distance is helping with perspective. I still don't know what to do about this impotent persistently thwarted feeling. Maybe, I guess I should obtain the backup disk image that was burned from the computer that's been in the shop since fucking April and copy the damned thing to the kids' computer so I can do some real work for a change. The disorientation is unbearable.
This is pretty much thinking out loud, I suppose. My files and binders and office supplies are tucked into the edges and corners of the office I don't fit into. And I can't supervise children when I'm in there anyway. I would love to do away with that enormous dining table, but, all sentimentality aside, we actually need to the darn thing come suppertime.
I still feel like a failure, but it's not so bad.