Went to my last site meeting at Shepard Hall, the enormous historic restoration job I've been managing for 10 years. The job was started 6 years before I was put on it and has another 4 to go. (It would have taken less time, obviously, to do it all at once, but the building is so huge and the work so extensive that the state legislature couldn't commit that much money to a single CUNY campus in any one year. So it's been phased.) Every Thursday morning for 10 years, every season, any weather, I was up there. Weird feeling to be there for the last time. That's a little overdramatic, because I promised my boss I'd come back and write the final set of specs for the final phase, whenever the legislature votes the money. But I won't be part of the ongoing process then, I'll be an outsider. I know this leaving the day job thing was my idea and I know it's the right idea. But it's still a weird feeling.