The last work day as a divorced man.
Feelings of being dissociated from my work, but in a Zen sort of way.
The end - the ultimate end - of several withering, nearly dead possibilities.
The dawn of the beginning of a whole new set of living, nurturing futures.
Futures spent together. A lifetime, if we're lucky.
A week of active dreams, full of anxieties being worked out unconsciously.
A final sense of serenity, of security in what I'm doing - in what we're doing.
It's two days until the rest of our lives. And I'm looking forward to it, no matter how disjointed my thoughts may be right now.