Level 8-4

…better known as what I've come to call Sunday’s little apartment/matchbook development visitation, the lava-and-fireball-infused final level of the week in which the only axe dropped on Bowser's bridge is leaving and the knowledge that I have six-plus days until I have to go and do it again, six-plus days in which to figure out a way to frame what I find interesting in a manner interesting to them (I've yet to figure this one out) but such is, la dee da – at least the morning's work was fruitful; the day awaits.