Thanks, all, for the encouragement and support.
No booze last night. The temptation was enormous, but I persevered.
I heard that a local planetarium plays bad movies every Friday night, so I went there. Free admission and a few cents in gas. It was The Bat, from 1959, with Vincent Price. Not a great movie, and not even in a bad-good way you might hope for, but it got me through the evening. I came home, had a cup of chamomile, and hit the bed and slept like a rock.
I will go to HR on Monday. I'm still quitting, or at least I think I am. I am going to write a letter, explaining why I feel the need to leave. Maybe they will relocate me, though I am not qualified to do anything else but what I do. At the very least it will be ammunition for the next poor soul who gets stuck with this individual. I intend to send a copy of the letter to Corporate as well.
I tuned up my resume and applied for jobs all day yesterday. I figure Friday afternoon is when many people are winding down for the week, Perhaps my phone will ring on Monday.
And so I shall remain livinginhope.