Ironically, I left the 9-5 so I could have more time to write, and I haven't written a single blog post yet. Here's what's gone down, in a nutshell.
I quit my job, I freaked out, I had way too much to drink at my neighbor's pig roast the day after my last day of work, I got a month-long freelance research gig, kids got out of school for a couple of weeks, we celebrated Christmas, had fondue in Flagstaff over New Year's, and I created a kick-ass office in what used to be a closet in my bedroom.
Officially working from home and wondering what the hell I'm going to do when this freelance job is finished. Other than clean my house.