Short and sweet:
The new job didn't work out. It was just too complicated for my grieving, 52-year-old brain. Plus it involved interacting with emergency services, which gives me PTSD for the night I had to call 911 for my wife.
I have several applications out there, and an interview on Tuesday. Don't worry about me, I have plenty of money to live on for a while.
In other news, I'm wearing glasses again, 20 years after getting Lasik. Once I have a steady job, maybe I'll save up for Lasik again.
