And it is for success on whatever idiosyncratic terms that I’m feeling it most keenly today.

Just now, I dropped off all the grades.

In eight hours, I am scheduled to do the same with the keys, in the last meeting I’ll ever have to endure at this sere and witless school.

Then life begins again, free and poor.

It’s been a frustrating week. I tried to roll a refi and it fell through because of no provable employment beyond today, even though there are three months of paydays all coming in one as southern life fades away.

So the trick will be to move it all once more, and then to grab something/anything near the landing site, near the unprofessor driveway, so long as it pushes toward the final two years necessary for the retirement system people to give up all they owe.

I think I’ll be alright somehow.

Might even manage to spill more or less daily, I pray, even though the road and disorganized circumstance will fight me for it. Pray with me.

It’s a trembling but good time to be alive in the face of inevitability.

Come with me.

Let’s see what the unlikely miracle has in store for us.