(f)unemployment begins..

And it begins with a 7:30 wakeup!  So here I sit in an incredibly sunlit basement room, basking in the sound of my parent's wolfhound Annabelle clicking her nails around the room, investigating my semi-unpacked life.  I've accomplished the irresponsible; quitting my pretty-decently-paying engineering job with no real backup.  I've got 3 months living expenses in the bank, a ton of career-related research bookmarked, a bike-courier job interview in an hour, and a sheet of paper labeled "to do" with almost nothing written on it.  Well, almost nothing.