120 minutes left in what is the last vestige of my previous life. The doors close at 5:00 p.m. and I will walk out of them for the last time as an employee of this institution. I can’t say as I’m totally happy about the situation. I can say that it will be nice to not have to fight for every inch of a project’s development—if for no other reason that I’ll no longer be working on my project. There was a lot I had planned and to see it go unimplemented is sad. Could I have done a better job selling it? Would it have mattered?

Alas and alackady…

The boxes are packed, the good-byes said, there’s just 115 minutes left between me and the rest of my life.