I am something like 300-500 words away from finishing the first draft of my philosophical detective story, which is either called The Last Guest, The Transcendental Detective, or something else. I think I know my final sentence and I think I know how to get from the last sentence I've written to that sentence. I also think that I can bridge that gap of 300-500 words this evening, on the bus that takes me to a fine pizza and beer place. If I manage to finish the book tonight, I'll be a couple of weeks ahead of schedule, which a Virgo will always find pleasing. A lot of ifs, I know. Writing the final scene of a novel always makes me twitchy, and I'm twitchy now and no mistaking. But I'm very very close. Very close.