Got home late, ate food, did an errand, came back home…

and finished Zero Point Zero, which is now up.

It’s the next to the last column. #99.

I’m starting to feel weird about this…something I started originally as a way of stretching my writing muscles a bit became (and will remain) an important part of my life for two solid years.

I have school coming up, and manuscripts to assemble and submit. A new phase is beginning. I trust I’ll be well enough to complete it and get what I can from it.

But, as the column this week makes clear (I hope), there is a natural tendency to wistfulness that I can’t shake anymore than anyone else can.

It’s right to say good bye, but not easy.