I am done, finished, complete. No, not growing. One way to look at that I was complete decades ago, another way to look at it I will not be finished until I am in my grave. No, nothing as physical or metaphysical as that. Well. Hmm, did any of that make sense? No matter, I am smiling because I am done. I have finished Christmas shopping and i have finished wrapping presents. No more. It’s over.
Uhm, well, except for….
Darn, I guess not, but I’ll still smile : )