One hundred days is coming up.
And that’s the day that we’ll call it.
Because, god, it’s time to call it.
After only missing a single day in the whole thing.
It’s hard have kept it up like this.
I’m struggling with what to say at this point.
Maybe it’s felt like this since day fifty.
But there were a couple bangers in there since then. So I kept going.
But as we dwindle, it’s getting easy to tell.
Quarantine is slowly lifting.
People are going out.
My nights and days are slipping away from me faster and faster.
Evenings turn to mush and I sit in front of fires that flicker as I forget to write.
As the blog ends, I’ll happily change to working on other projects. Other fantasies.
And that’s what I’m looking forward to.
I’ll get to dig into something again, instead of plying it by ear by the day.