After tomorrow, I will be unemployed.  I should perhaps be afraid, but I’m actually relieved.

I will have time to:

clean my house, THOROUGHLY, and

warp up my loom with projects that have been clinking around in my head for well over a year and no time to actually DO, and

spin up all the fleece and roving that has been collecting moths for the last more-than-year,

and put together kits of patterns/hand spun hand dyed yarn to sell, and

get my garden started with seeds inside and the cold frame outside, and

get a few more chickens to sell eggs or for meat,

and maybe I’ll get a job tending bar.

Much less stressful than what I have been doing, for sure.

Like I said, I should be terrified, but I’m feeling pretty good.