I really am looking forward to the "two-week" journalism gig ending. It's good money and pleasant work, but I literally don't know the last time I was able to take two days off in a row without working. (Baycon doesn't count. Busman's holiday.) I want to write again. To hike. To feel the magic around me again instead of stumbling through life in an overgrounded haze.
At least the end is in sight. I've told jobs #2 and #3 that I am, in no uncertain terms, unavailable after July 1. Which, conveniently, is when my wife returns home from cooking school, just in time for our two-week celebratory road trip. And after that I'll try to assemble a more sustainable life.