Well Friday was my last day of work, ever!
Here's my experience so far.
I slept better last night than I have for a long time. I usually wake up 2 or 3 times and check my email to make sure there are no ongoing disasters.
When I woke up this morning and yesterday morning, I instinctively reached for my phone as I do every morning, only to realize I deleted my profile on Friday. So, any issues are now somebody else's problem.
Because of the nature of the job I usually worked a few hours on Saturday morning and all of Sunday evening. This was the first weekend off in a long time. I think since our vacation last June.
All day long today I've had those momentary twinges of foreboding that it's Sunday today which means it's Monday tomorrow, only to immediately realize that doesn't matter anymore.
I didn't have to rush around all weekend getting errands done. I can do them at my leisure tomorrow. Come to think of it what does weekend mean now? I'm assuming it's just the days when everywhere is crowded.
Th original plan was to leave at the end of December. That got changed to February 3rd and Finally March 3rd. In retrospect, I should have left at the end of December. The extra money was nice but counting down the days for the last two months has been a slow kind of torture.
So far so good.