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.