. . . your idea of relaxation is a foray into chapter 105 of Moby Dick.
Going back to work on Tuesday! Radio taping the following week! Need to withdraw from PHC! Oops--in the process of registering for a class at Regent, realize I have no way to pay for said class! Start filling out FAFSA! Give all my personal information to government! Need some kind of little object for my laptop so it will hook up to the internet . . . have four months to find new job . . . who cares about a new job, anyway . . . maybe I should plan my trip! But I keep putting money in my savings account, and still have creeping suspicion that I will end up stranded on the side of the road in New England when car breaks down and have no money for youth hostel. And will have to sleep in my car. And wild man with beard will probably try to break car window and steal all my gluten-free foods which I have to carry with me everywhere I go now . . . then I'll really be stranded . . . .
Think I'll go read about men trying to kill whales.