Yesterday was my last day at work. After the intensity of the last few weeks – when I was literally dreaming of code, and seeing Excel sheets in my mind’s eye when I lay down to sleep – this feels very strange. It will take a while to get used to the idea of being at home. Every day of every week.

I’ll spend the weekend just catching up with everything that has been piling up at home. I’ve got two weeks’ worth of snail mail to go through: I’ve taken the time to open them and check that there’s nothing urgent inside, and then just added them to the pile. Laundry had also been accumulating for at least two weeks, until I made a dent in it today. And I last had a haircut… let’s see… maybe around 6 weeks ago?

All of that will be done in another day or two. Then I’ve got a hobby project to keep me busy for a day or two (Roman blinds for the bedroom). But after that, I need a plan. I can only read for so many hours in a day, and only see so many movies, before I need something more active to do. And given that first babies often arrive late, this could go on for a month. I don’t believe I could just hang around and do nothing in particular for more than a week.

Of course, Blump could arrive early, which would change things a bit.