There will be another post, but right now have this, which also explains why I’ve been …. kinda scattered around here.
There is a sense to this last week, as the year speeds to its end. Most years, there is, of course, though it’s often submerged in the sense of rushing and getting things done for the end of the year. Parties, friends, one last chance to see people and get gifts wrapped. That sort of thing. This year, it feels like I’m getting things done, too, but there’s a sense of purpose to it.
I’m not — despite being a writer and therefore seeing plots and sense everywhere — in general given to seeing “It’s intended” or “meant to be” but these last two weeks might be the exception.
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