My dad's 64th birthday today, closing on his retirement house FINALLY today at 2 after numerous bank delays (I have a barn again woop woop!), and I think I am resigning from my job as well, effective April 1st so they can have some time to try and replace me. Fuckers had me up all night, ain't got time fo dat. I have some standing job offers I need to follow up on, but I am too old to be that super stressed. I would rather live till 75 on a diet of shitty beer and bacon fat happy, then die at 45 from a heart attack from stress and unhappiness.