i don’t think there really is any definable “end” to a film project, but certainly the moment you start exporting that final file makes for a good feeling. i’m sitting on the screened-in porch of my parents’ house right now as i wait for Compressor to do its thing. Dad is grilling some hamburgers with propane (and propane accessories). Mom is on a mission trip with the church youth group; i’ll rendezvous with them on Friday. the dogs are lounging in the back yard, no doubt wondering if they’ll get any of the beef they can faintly smell cooking. I’m trying to relax for the first time in a few days, but the agitation of hurry and coffee are still coarsing.