As those of you who have been reading posts for the past few days know, Working Stiffs is drawing to an end.
[Excuse me while I go cry in a corner for awhile.]
Ahem. OK. I'm back now. I've enjoyed participating. As a writing exercise, it's good to have something due periodically, a reminder that yes, it is possible write, even when the muse hasn't wandered in to strike a mood.
Most of my posts have been personal stream of consciousness essays, discussing my past and present. I guess it's now time to think of the future . . .
SO . . .
Goodbye, farewell, aufweidersein, adieu.
It's been a blast.
And, in keeping with the habit I've established over the past year or so, here's a Bollywood clip for your enjoyment:
Seems to go with the mood. In the film, these characters (Dev and Maya) have had an affair which they finally confess to their respective spouses. The spouses do not take it well; both Dev and Maya are thrown out but, each thinking that the other has made peace at home, they go their separate ways, into loneliness . . .
OK. Losing this blog won't be that bad. I hope.