I did give notice, to great relief. Nothing outright terrible happened, but there is always the possibility of an oblique attack. Hypervigilence raised a notch to level three.

Now is the strange contradiction of winding down in a flurry of more work. People have begun to ask for a multitude of back burner things only I can deliver, so I'm back to the pre-holiday levels of work and sleep. The good news is the horrible stress is gone. That leaves the fatigue, a general feeling of annihilation, and an unfamiliar deficiency of motivation. I see now that stress, in its funny way, protects as it kills. Like morphine.

My last day is February 17.