Braxton--Working

Leaving Julia at home is something I’m going to have to figure out how to do more effectively because walking away from her this morning was almost physically painful. I wish I would’ve talked to her about the situation with Jeff the night before. I should’ve known she was too smart not to have known something was going on.

I sit behind my desk and flip through some papers, not really looking at any of them. I know I have to figure out a way to concentrate on my work because it has to get done whether or not I can focus on it. I spend an hour or so looking through the files I have to approve, seeing very little of what’s written on the papers. I sign off on a few things that I know my top staff members have already looked over so there’s a pretty good chance they are fine. I know that it isn’t okay for me not to do my work because I am distracted, but at the same time… I can’t control my thoughts today.

My eyes are drawn through the window where I see that Jeff Thompson has his phone