I had the last Sunday coffee gathering with friends, and actually stayed for the fourth Sunday lunch so friends at Meeting could chat. Departing is hard.
I've done a final purge of my wardrobe this afternoon, culling all sorts of attractive yet stained, or not fitting, or actually not that attractive, or never worn things. I suspect that the significant absence of the heavy wool sweaters i recall from growing up will not be an issue. (It certainly won't be for months and months to come.)
I've had two anxiety dreams so far. One was entering a home we had bought and being very surprised and disappointed at the large size and how "not us" it was. Last night was a dream of a snake biting a cat.