so i had every intent of making an entry of closure, of summing up all that i gleaned from this spectacular adventure, of pouring out my heart in a feat of literary excellence.

not gonna happen.

i've been way more busy than i'd expected. and just when i started feeling caught up, i went off and got sick. ugh. the incessant sneezing started about two hours ago, in addition to yesterday's sore throat and head stuffed with cotton [so it seems].

last night i parked myself on the couch and watched the election festivities between naps. tonight, i can't decide: the pianist, or saved! ?