The End is Coming in Nine Days

Disregard all that Mayan nonsense.  It's quackery.  I'm talking about Corzine Falls, and it's entirely possible that I'm closer to finishing my painting than that.  Hell, I could be done tomorrow, although the smart money says Friday.  If tomorrow is Thursday.

Because once the huge pools of wet paint currently occupying space on the face of the thing dry, it's gonna be time to start squirting color on my thumb and rubbing it in.

And when that happens, things move pretty quickly.