The end is near, but this is a good end, like the end to a prison sentence, or your Aunt Martha's story about her colonoscopy that she has told for the last six Thanksgivings.
I finally have an adviser at school who will help me tidy the last few straggling ends of my college career together in the form of a bachelors degree. Professor Schlagheck (try saying her last name, you’ll lose too) is willing to step up to the plate for me and push down the right set of stairs. Hopefully, everything is in order – at least it is from my end. Again, I hope.
Oh, and Malory is good. Currently she is sitting on my couch eating popcorn.