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Maybe my emotions do work on a switch after all. Because just like that, I'm no longer caring about the stuff at work that's not getting done, if it's going to land on my desk, or who ought to have been doing it in the first place. I'm no longer pointlessly crushing. No longer worried about not being married but never getting divorced. No longer despairing that the court case is going to drag on forever.

I have a plan for most of it. I can let go of the rest.

I may actually manage to have a good weekend, too.