Proceding as planned

Extrication from the workplace proceeds as planned. The de-facto employers now know I have less than two weeks to go. My teammates are giving my a goodbye lunch tomorrow (it's the last time in the remaining two weeks of the year in which none of us is on vacation or at a doctor's appointment!) And any brief doubts I may have had about the advisibility of leaving so precipitately are handily quashed by the recollection of last week: The week in which I had to get on the phone at 3 am for 6-hour-long conference calls to help them get a key site upgraded. The week in which I went for 3 days without a single 6-hour stretch of sleep. The week, in short, in which I was on call.

I really want to say that I'll never have another week like that one, it having been my final on-call week before I leave and all, but then I have to face up to the fact that I'll go through exactly the same thing if and when I have a squalling newborn in the house.

Ah, well. Apart from that intimation of looming disaster, it's all very soothing. Just thinking about having my own time to do with as I wish makes the tension float away. I am a person who needs regular swathes of solitude, and over the past year, with moving in and getting engaged and getting married and all, my usual source of solitude (weeknights) has been missing. I've had a few days home alone recently, either because of the workplace being closed down for a day or because I hadn't had any sleep, and it was very restorative. I need my alone time with my house.

I guess this means I shouldn't homeschool...