Nothing much on the radar otherwise. Fifty-two days until retirement, although there's a chance they'll extend me for some period of time. I don't think they will, but either way, extended or no, I'm out of here in what will seem the blink of an eye. Your eye, my eye: makes no difference in the great roulette wheel of the world.

How poetic.

How pathetic. Anything to prime the pump, though. Sit down and start to write, but not too much for too long or the rewrite will bite (my ass).