Our long, national nightmare is over. The job is dead, long live the job – I have left the land of four hour daily commutes and will soon enter the sunlit uplands of more-or-less reasonable commutes and bounteous telecommuting.
What does this mean to me, you ask? Aside from the everyday sort of distant and attenuated joy one feels at good news for someone they don’t really know, there is this: The Veil War, which has languished most of this last year, will resume its steady march toward completion. Upwards of twenty hours a week are about to be injected into my week, time which will in large measure be devoted to editing and expanding the Veil War.
More updates as I catch up on some sleep and begin to figure out where to begin.