There are times when I go into a first whatever not knowing what’s going to happen, unsure how things will pan out, hence justifying my disinclination to specify what sort of “whatever” it might be. And then there are times when I just, well, *know* how it’s going to go. I can see the path forward — good or bad. Those times are either heartbreaking or thrilling. Let’s count this one of the latter.
More another time. Post-whatever.