What I was doing was…

Little novel writing this morning before my last day at my job. Wrote for 15 weird minutes (about 470 words) this fever dream of a chapter. Helped immensely by having not enough sleep (feeling anxious). Feeling real tired and nervous about this last day at my job after 8 years -the sadness of endings and the anticipation of new beginnings. Tomorrow and the next few days I’ll be taking it easy with just a bit of writing, but mostly resting I think.