I'm off from work this week, taking my 3rd and final furlough week of the year. Technically, I'm taking advantage of a loophole in the furlough process: we're required to take a complete week off, but this Friday counts as a paid holiday, since the 4th of July falls on a Saturday this year. That means they're really only allowed to charge me for 4 vacation days rather than 5. A bunch of other WR people are taking this week off as well (though some are taking next week off too, in some cases because of pre-existing vacation plans).

The only problem with having the time off is that while it gives me the chance to catch up on lost sleep, it also means I get to spend a lot of time doing nothing, which is bad because when I have nothing to do, I think, and when I think, I get depressed.

The same day that the Intel acquisition of Wind River was announced, right before the start of my previous furlough week, things thoroughly fell apart with Tabby. I don't feel like going into detail: it just didn't work out. (I'm starting to think that will be my epitaph.) Since then, I've been stuck partway between angry and sad. There are times when I feel as if I could launch into a long, drawn out and overwrought introspective of the whole thing, but nothing much ever comes of that feeling because I know it would just be a waste of perfectly good time and electrons. And besides, that's been done to death.

That said, I am, quite frankly, at a loss. I keep thinking there's something I'm supposed to do next, but I can't get a handle on what it is. There is an overwhelming sense of malaise that I just can't quite see past. I don't have the answers, and I hate that.