Midday

By this time tomorrow, I'll be out of here.

The plan is that I will come in around 1030, sign the paper, hand in the various pieces of physical material, and go out to lunch. I won't come back here afterward, other than to pick up my car.

I must admit to feeling a little bit melancholy about it all, and a little apprehensive. Melancholy, because I hear things going on around me, and they don't involve me. Apprehensive, because -- well, I don't know whats going to happen. Will they, actually, offer me a job? And if so, will I want it? What if not -- what then? Can we really survive comfortably without me working? What if my wife loses her job -- what then?

Intellectually, I think we'll be fine. Emotionally -- well, I'm a bit of a worrier.