This morning I found out I've got two weeks left at work-maybe less. I guess I should be worried, or sad, or making decisive plans for the future, but I just don't seem to feel much at all. Nothing I can can clearly define, at least. I can no longer tell the difference between apprehension and relief. Maybe there isn't one.
I'm hoping things work out so I can be in Chicago for July 4th, perhaps with a stop in Baltimore to see a couple of old friends who have new children. I've not even seen the latest addition to their family, so I know it's been a long time since my last visit.
I'm going somewhere and when I get there I'll do some stuff and stay for awhile and eventually go home or re-locate. When I feel like it or the money runs out,whichever comes first. That's about as well-defined a plan I can come up with at the moment.