I imagine that's a natural reaction; when you do something all day every day for over a decade, it becomes a pretty central part of your identity. When it goes, whether by choice or by circumstance, it's a wrench.
So last night, mostly, I curled up in bed and crashed. Not exactly a "Yeah, the albatross is gone!" party... but given the fact that I was able to sleep for so long, suggests that I needed to sleep that long.
So... now what? Well I woke up at 8:00 without prompting this morning (from a dream in which sirfox and I were trying to convince George Takei to play a round of Texas Hold'em with us in a half-flooded shopping mall) and my mood, while not quite exuberant, is certainly better.
Most of my productive day today is going to be taken up by taking my mom home from the rehab. hosp. and making sure she's all well and good, but I am going to at least get started on a few things. More posts on that as events warrant.
So I'll put it to you, LJ brain trust? What would you like to see me work on first?
PS: "Take a shower!" is assumed. I mean what do you want me to work on AFTER that.