Well, this seems like a natural endpoint. Granny is under professional care. I could go on with "Granny's Greatest Hits" but that would leave no fresh stories for the screenplay. I will be moving out of Granny's within the next two weeks.
To the 99.9999% of my readers who encouraged, laughed, cried, or just plain couldn't get enough, I send my everlasting thanks. Your kind words have led me to the (not in the end so stunning) revelation that this might just be my calling.
To anyone else, I leave you the immortal words of Bill Shakespeare:
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,