So here’s the scoop: after nearly ten years, four different corporate entities signing the paychecks, three different business foci, and something like a round dozen job titles, I have left the job I started in back in the heady days of 1999.

And what am I doing now? Good question.

For the next five or six weeks I’m spending time with my mother and helping her move, finishing renovations on our new house and moving in, hanging out with my family (including the 1yo’s first camping trip), working on a couple of projects (my own and others’), and breathing deeply.

One could argue that this isn’t the best economic climate in which to gamble this way, but I’m fortunate enough to have a reasonable runway at this point, so I’m taking a little time to figure out what will both yank me out of bed in the morning and pay the bills; or, to take my wife’s interpretation, I’m using up my midlife crisis card now—instead of dropping cash on sports cars and mistresses I’m going with a little bit of freedom to poke at interesting ideas and see what pokes back.

Also: fuck yeah.