At about 4:30 pm, on my way out to the parking lot, I looked around a bit to make sure nobody saw me (the place was pretty empty, but you never know), thought a bit about the logistics of the manoeuvre, as I had never really attempted it before... and I jumped up and clicked my heels together (as best as one can while wearing sandals).
Life? Returned to me.
Sure, the next few days I have to go in, clean stuff up, plan for next year, haul old equipment to the dumpster, check over textbook lists, and possibly cover for my co-department-head whose mom is battling an illness and do her end-of-year stuff, too.
No matter, though. As long as the ten-month treadmill of classes and marking and classes and marking is stopped, I'm a happy guy.
Thank you, Alice. You are quite right.