So here's the deal.
Yesterday I quit my job, with all the regret of a man wiping dogshit off his shoes. I have no immediate plans to find another, given that the nine month house sale fiasco has finally sorted itself out and I'm in a tolerably decent financial position. All of those projects that I wanted to fit into my Copious Free Time, well, now I'm going to do them. Or at least feel guilty about not doing them and watching daytime TV instead.