I moved cities and countries and quit my job. I lost a frangipani tree, but got a new one. It hasn't got any leaves at the moment because it's too cold.
Last day Friday (finishing up working remote a bit).
I'm planning to read, and sleep, and childmind, and delicately negotiate the division of household responsibilities so my entire life doesn't become housework, but contrariwise, avoid being a complete bludging deadbeat.
I had other stuff to say, not all of it breezy, but none of it came together into sentences.
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