So, there, I've stopped.

And, yes, is does feel good. Yesterday was the last day of my contract with the client I've been with for about 18 long, stressful, unproductive, stupefying, frustrating months. I finished up about 11:15pm, got home by taxi after 11:30pm, ate a tonne of popcorn the Beloved had already made and watched some Family Guy. I went to bed, had a whimper and then slept for a pretty solid 9.5 hours.

I need the above paragraph to remind me of how stupid I would be to take on another project, to keep doing what I've been doing for the last 20 years. It's been lucrative at times, and sometimes fun. However, it has taken much more than it's given, and has served its purpose. Time, if ever there was one, to stop.

I did bugger all today, which I haven't done in many, many months. And I did it with a joy and light-heartedness I haven't had in just as long, knowing that I don't have to give up my Sunday, or Monday, or Tuesday. I can do what I bloody well please.

The taxi driver last night was talking about taking nights so his days could be free to do what he loved doing, and how people should do what they love doing. Well, there you go.