It's the end of the world as we know it...

So, here we are.

A few days after handing in a very large document that might have come up in my conversation over the past little while.

I must tell you that I went to bed at 8 pm last evening.

I must tell you that I still feel worn.

This morning I take my time re-emerging into life.
I lie on my bed,

surrounded by words of Life.

I envision myself, being fed, bit by precious bit.

Which reminds me, as I look backward, how important food is,

how it was often these treats that
got me through the hurdles of my mind.

I think of how the world as I knew it over these past months was defined entirely by this all-consuming work, and yet, I was entirely sustained. Fed by the faithfulness of the people around me, all of God's bounty, and a dissertation that--at the end of the day--I'm totally in love with.

 So, even though there were some dicey moments,

 [Yikes.]
now that the bulk of the work is done,
and it is indeed the end of the world as I knew it...

I [with book and beer and breeze in hand] feel FINE.