March 5, 2017
I am thrashing and flailing right now and I know it, but without some serious downtime without deadlines, without work, without travel, without blathering from and about Trump - I cannot recover. I keep telling myself that in two weeks, the deadline crap will be over while simultaneously trying to no reproach myself for not having quit on Tuesday. It isn't working. I feel the need to be out clawing at me from within. I just need to find something that will be a bridge gig - to get us through a year while we figure out the big plan for retirement.