I was disconcerted this morning when the alarm clock went off at half past six and I realized that I didn’t have to get up and go to work.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, honestly, as at this point I had come to loathe my former job, but it was still unnerving not to have said job there anymore. As it turns out, not having a job when you wouldn’t mind having one is somewhat daunting.

However, I am happy to report that it didn’t stop me from falling back to sleep readily enough.

The sun shining through the window at 8:15ish eventually woke me up again and I got up. There was nothing pressing I had to do, but I’m trying to stick to some semblance of a schedule during the week: waking between eight and nine, and going to bed between midnight and two. Why stick to a schedule? I think because the routine is comforting. Waking up by seven in the morning is something I’ve been every day for over three years. Not doing it would make an already weird situation weirder.

Now it’s time to try to contact the HR people at my former place of business and get some final details sorted out. Then I believe I will work out and go for a run.

More later on the whole situation, once I get it better deconstructed in my head.