So the last day was pretty emotional. I was surprised that my boss never came out of her office to say goodbye to anyone. When I left, I stuck my head in her door to thank her for hiring me 17 years ago; I could tell she was upset and had avoided the emotional farewells for that reason.
I walked out, loaded my chair and the last boxes from my desk, and cried all the way home. The first Monday of my unemployment I was totally depressed and totally at a loose end. Tuesday was hard. Wednesday was hard. Thursday was better, and it's been great ever since.
I've been studying a lot, and getting some errands and cleaning done. And I watched a really long BBC period drama, "Little Dorrit." Highly recommended if you like that sort of thing.
I've also been walking and meditating, nearly every day. I'm at 150 miles for the month, walking and riding the recumbent bike. I've lost 21 pounds, mostly through stress and loss of appetite, but I'm hoping the exercise will keep the momentum going.
Generally, I'm feeling really good about things. Positive, hopeful, fairly certain that there's a method in all this recent madness, and I'll come out on the other end happy and whole.