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The workload ramps up as the deadline draws closer. It's one of the constants of life, I think.
So, I'm pretty busy at the moment. I'm packing the world into boxes in the evening, when I'm not packing for Maelstrom. I'm writing yet more extensions and plugins and patches and add-ons for the Winter in the Willows website. I'm wrangling a frankly unhelpful letting agency in Cambridge, forcing them to follow their own process and hoping they'll get everything sorted out before I need to move in. I'm ... still waiting for a contract for my new job, despite everything now having been agreed, and my being more than halfway through my notice period. And that notice period? I'm still lead programmer on a critical project at work, and likely still will be until the day I leave, because without meaning to sound insulting, I am actually better at what we're doing than the other guys on this project. Exactly how they're going to cope when I'm gone is not my problem.
I'm ... almost coping. It's like holding slightly more than a handful of marbles - things keep falling out when I'm not paying attention, and then it's two weeks later and I realise they need doing right the hell now, and I didn't have the time before and I don't now. On some of the bigger projects above, I'm supposed to be part of a team, and the rest of the team seem to be hiding a lot of the time. But. I keep at it, and look forward to the long weekend I have at the end of September, before I actually start working for ARM properly, and after I've moved to Cambridge. I'm going to need the rest.