Yeah, that’s right. Only seven days to go. Seven days and counting. You haven’t forgotten about that part, have you? Because, believe me, it’s coming. Hard and fast. With no way on earth to stop it. That’s what some folks call fate.
Not that I had any idea I was going to wind up getting kicked out of there. In fact, it felt like things were going kind of, sort of, almost so-so, which was at least better than terrible, how it all started.
So let me give you a quick recap. Here’s where everything stood at this point, on the Rafe Khatchadorian Scale of 0 to 10.