I’m at the brink of progress. I just need to zone in now. I should take this and run. My fingernails have all been chewed. There’s not much time left. I need to pack up mentally, and leave. Don’t worry, this is all mental. I’m not going anywhere. There’s so much to do here. So much to face. This weekend should be spicy. I won’t expect too much though. This is a long, winding, road of uncertainty. My favorite to travel. Wish me luck.