After giving three months notice I quit my job, and I've only done around 3 days work for them since that happened at the end of last month. This has resulted in a massive improvement in my quality of life. I ought to start looking for a new job, but I don't want to.
Saturday would have been Kay's 53rd Birthday. In the week since I rid myself of the millstone, during the half waking half dreaming stage of unrushed morning I've started to remember/experience the love and comfort of being held (although time-shifted from when I went to sleep - Kay was never a morning person)