Here I am. Free! It's an odd feeling but kind of a nice one.

*does a little dance*

I've already heard from Her, via email this morning. She asked for my IM address because she'd left it at home this morning and wanted it in case She needed me. Since I not only wrote it down for Her on a sticky note on Friday, pasting it to the side of the computer monitor, but went ahead and plugged it into Her "co-workers" buddy list, I'm guessing She lied when I asked Her if She needed a quick how-to on using IMs and She said, "No."

I have/had plans for this little interval of unemployment. Beyond finding a job, I mean. I had plans to take a couple of days off before I even started the job search. There are Things I Wanted To Do.

Like massive amounts of laundry. I want to wash everything I own and have it all clean, all at once.

And cleaning. I want to scrub right into the corners of this place. It's spring-cleaning time and my fingers are itching to be at it.

And throwing out. Both my room and the storage unit are littered with boxes full of things I don't care about and would never look at again. I need to dig those out and get rid of them. Spring cleaning! Everything (unwanted) must go!

And sleeping. I have got to stop being so careless with my meds. I've had killer insomnia for the last week.

I'm not getting all of today's To Do list done because I'm distracted. Worrying about my mother. Based on an email I got from the L-i-K-S today, I may have to forego my plans to become re-employed as quickly as possible (thereby salvaging my retirement savings plan and not digging myself into a financial hole it will take me five years to dig back out of) in favor of spending most of my carefully hoarded funds to fly to Missouri and spend a couple of weeks with my mother.

Okay. Time to be "productive" for a while.