I never like finishing up a project, for too many reasons to list here...so many in fact that it took almost two hours of final thoughts to sew up all the loose threads. Well, coming correct on some of the not-so-flattering elements I found strewn about the 27+ hours of confession are a big chunk of it too, so not all that time is spent wandering aimlessly. The final act in this the final chapter of C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz, the second volume thus far in my yearlong project of personal salvation: It's All My Fault.
Now that the grand finale is in the lawyers' hands, (better late than never) I'm flipping over the closed sign, pouring myself a glass of chocolate milk, and wrapping up this white elephant of an early March non-denominational gift offering...all of that, I am doing. No, no, no...please no thank you cards, none wanted nor expected. Thoughts and prayers, as always, will suffice. Word. To my mother. Ha!
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 53 of 53
