Apparently there’s a saying that all good things must come to an end. I don’t even know what that means. Why do good things have to come to an end? Who says? And who’s idea was it anyways? I’m pretty sure that I am going to negotiate that good things never come to an end in my next contract.
Because having my life jacket on leads to this.
It’s the ferry. And it’s windy.
And then I realize that we’re going home. I never even got a chance to vote on it. Makes one want to howl at the moon. If it was out.
At least there’s the memories. Until the next time.