Wow. ‘Twas the first day of the rest of my life and I’m feeling strange. It’s weird not having a day job. I took a look around the house and realized damn I’m behind on domestic crap. I can’t believe there’s so much around here that needs to be done that hasn’t been done. When I only have so much time for chores and whatnot I can only “see” so much.
I don’t feel normal. I have vestigial work stress hanging over me, like I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, or at least on Monday. I have free time to do lots of stuff that needs to be done, but it feels like that free time will end any minute. It won’t. I’ve been working seventy hours a week counting my multiple jobs and projects (including this blog) and now I’m way down. I won’t get back to that schedule for a long time because I don’t need to. That doesn’t seem real. It hasn’t sunk in yet.
I dreamed about my now-former job, which I held for four and a half years, for the first time ever last night. In my dream I went to work like it was a normal day. It was a boring dream of a boring day, and I woke from that dream feeling like I was in another dimension.
I have no idea what happened in the world today because I’ve been inside my own head. I don’t have any opinions today. It’s kinda nice for a change.
I’ll be back when I get sorted out. Could be any minute…



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