Today was an odd Father’s Day for sure.  For the past 20 years, I’ve been used to working almost every holiday, because that’s when some of my clients are alone, have the time and most want the appointment.  My own dad died on Father’s Day, but I know we survive in consciousness after the change called death, so it’s not a sad day for me.  For others, it can be a day that is difficult to get through, as is Easter and Christmas and Thanksgiving.  I typically have a half dozen readings scheduled and that’s how my day is spent. Happily spent, I might add, since I enjoy my work.  I enjoy interacting with everyone and I learn from them as well.  I learn about myself as I learn about them.  This Father’s Day I spent relaxing at home, cooking some good food, napping, hanging with the Roomi.  What I learned about myself is that well, I miss working on a day that I know a lot of emotion is in the air, a day I’m used to being available for friends to chat it out if they want to.  Old habits die hard, huh? Hmmm, do workaholics ever really retire?