The training scheduled for tomorrow got cancelled. That gives me some respite. I can go with calmer nerves on Sunday. Finish the painting. Finish Game of Thrones. Pack properly. Decide if I’m packing for a month or for ship or for ever. Get a chance to leave on cordial terms. Leaves a bit of a room for visits.
I’m getting used to the idea of migrating. We could even get married there. Yes, yes we’ll be a minority, but I think I’ll be happier. No closets.
Only I would like to do some peaceful mundane job and devote myself to painting.