Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

This is mostly non-guitar-related:

Today is my last day at this job. Monday is my first day at the next job. If you gotta switch jobs, that's the way to do it. I've had it where my last day at a job was followed by a good long job search. The next job will have an hour commute each way, which means plenty of time to think about music, and a bump in pay, which might mean a chance to get more gear. It might also time me out of my regular Wednesday night gig, hindering my ability to play. And I don't really know whether I can hit the internet from work in the new place.

So, this might be the end of Sans Direction, or at least the serious hindering of it. It might also mean it flowers. Who knows. Anyway, I'm in a general state of nerves right now, which I'm taking as good.