Well, I'm bawling. And sometimes it's healthy to have a good cry. I think my personal life has need one for a long time. Company reorganization. Breast cancer scare. Dad in the hospital. But really I am bawling over artifice.

Not artfice really, but BSG. When the last season premiered this January, I did the usually counting to see when the series would end. And much to my anguish, I realized that it would hit the day I would have to fly out for my annual Italy trip. So I distanced myself. I knew I couldn't be there for the end.

I had a great trip and then I gto back last Wednesday, and eventhough I was home, I waited. Denial? I had to come to terms. Well, tonight was the night. With copious wine and chocolate.

Not sure if anyone is still in the sandbox.

( The End )

So, I guess now I can return to human consumption and read LJ again. I was in exile.