Tetelestai!

Men Without Limits is finished!

I like how it looks. It has the look and feel that I wanted, especially at the end, where I’m reminded a little bit of one of my favorite poems, On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer.

Anyway, I have papers to finish marking, stuff to ship, a large roach to kill—if the boric acid powder I sprinkled on it last night didn’t do the job—and when that is done, the first hem of the tapestry to redo. Why? I don’t like how it looks, and it’s worth it to me to redo it.

For a tapestry called Men Without Limits, there sure as heck isn’t a man or any man parts in sight. Sigh.