(BTW, Hotel California isn't a hotel. I just call it that because when I first started working there they warned me that I'd better not even think about quitting. So, I can never leave.)
I'll save the irritating and genuinely bizarre office politics of HoCal for another post. Anyway, it's a job, and it pays ... if not exactly well, at least something. And it's work that fits in well with the rest of what's on my resume.
Anyway, the rest was much needed. I think a lot of background anxiety was coming from, or being aggravated by, fatigue.
Oh! And! I'm dating regularly. So lots of good things are happening.