I finished it. I still have the viva, but the dissertation process has come to an end, more or less. I feel strangely relieved, despite the fact that the exam is in front of me. The last time I experienced this sort of feeling of a mad cram before a deadline was in high school. Despite having had deadline since that time, and terrible feelings of stress, the way this stress manifested was more akin to a history paper or class than anything else.
The summer is upon us. The heat and the rains. The mosquitoes. The buzz of cicadas, the stench of the bovine and the feel of sweat behind your knees.
Poetry calls and on that note, must edit and write...cheers.