When it stops being fun.

Stand close friend, I will need your strength before the day is through. My mind was flushed down a metaphysical sink and I can't remember where the drain comes out. Drip drop, but we can't stop now. The day is not over yet and already I feel to weak in the knees to believe that I can get up one more time. No more breaks for me. No rest stops before the destination. If you've got to pee, you'd better hold tight.

What is it about those final steps, the highest crest. What is it about that last push of energy that is so hard sometimes. It's done! The deed is done. It's all been put together and constructed, envisioned and brought to life, and when assembly is all that remains it all runs down. Ikea would be ashamed.