That light at the end of the tunnel. . .it looks to be a metre in diameter. A part of me wants to run for it, but I really shouldn't. I know I have it damn good. . .statistically, yet compared to what I am supposed to be, I am really dreadfully inconvenienced.
I'm kind of glad I undertook this sojourn. I learned a lot about myself in a statistically rather short period of time. About some of my flaws that I never thought about, or realised existed. Some of them are now gone, some of them still with me. So be it.
I have nothin' really left to say. Nothin' of any importance. I wonder why I'm even still bloggin'? After all, I'm basically through here. Gonna get out whilst the gettin' is good. Before all Hell breaks loose.
Now we're off to a late lunch. We didn't have brekkie, and we wouldn't have dinner. Off to the Chinese restaurant a kilometre north of here we would walk.
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