Final Year

"Melancholy" by Edvard Munch, 1891

Gosh, all the things I still have to do... they're just piling up. I try not to think about it, but there's only so much benefit avoidance can bring before it starts to hurt.

Back to work then.

Final year. 

Wow! 

What a gift! Yet, at the same time, what a pain. Saying a prayer for anyone else with a load they simultaneously love and loathe to carry.

Back to work.

SI