It's Wednesday, doncha know.

Yoga day.

I feel much better after yoga class. L., the teacher, is one of the most beautiful humans I have ever met. In voice and character and outlook, she is a wonderful presence.

I've been quite the ogre the past few days. I think part of it stems from my not-quite guilt at leaving my job. I'm not irreplaceable or super fabulous (well, yes, I am), but my leaving will increase the workload on my colleagues. Remember, it's not-quite guilt because I don't feel my leaving is wrong. I need to leave.

I was thinking, as I washed my hands this afternoon (washing the hands frequently is necessary; I never would have thought of loan processing as dirty work), as I washed my hands I was thinking that my annual restlessness is a life-long thing. Still, there is longing for the day when I am in a job that finds me eager for more when the first anniversary looms.

Not this job. I've lost my enthusiasm and my brain doesn't seem to focus on my job. It isn't wandering towards anything more interesting - it's simply repeating, why won't these people quit calling me! Ack. Go away.