One week to go.  This time next Tuesday, I'll be packing my things into a stout cardboard box, and getting ready to depart.  This time next Wednesday, I'll be waking up to my first day of freedom.

Odd to think that this isn't really my job any more.  My colleagues are already doing a lot of my work (and with more effort than I have for many a year, if I'm honest!).  Proving surprisingly difficult not to be defensive about it.  I've been out of the office for a couple of days - returning to my desk this morning, I found that somebody had been using my computer.  Tried hard not to feel indignation...

I. Must. Not. Care.

After several years of slowly declining conscientiousness, it's an amusing irony to find myself feeling protective about the job now!