All Things End, and It's already too late

There was supposed to be one more knit night. One last hoorah in the echoing, empty shell that was A Tangled Skein. I was going to knit all night tonight so that I could show off the finally completed throw.

There was supposed to be... but there isn't. Last week's was cancelled due to weather. This one is cancelled because the store itself is in its last flickers, open only a handful of hours three more times: today, tomorrow, Saturday.

It's too late.

Oh, the knit night will go on. The same email announcing the final death throes gave the times and places for the alternative knit night locations for this week. I'm debating going - I want to see them keep going, but I also dislike the feeling that I MUST go in order to Prove A Point, rather than go because I want to see everyone.

And besides... I'm feeling blindsided and a bit lost, and I think I may need tomorrow night to outright grieve.

It's already too late.

There was supposed to be one last chance, and I didn't get done in time.