The notes are done! I just want to
Yes, I am *that* happy. No matching outfits or mullets necessary. This dancing, of course, on the proviso that the notes don’t come back to me for more edits. So far, so good. Ten hours of editing this time. Whew!
I sure hope heaven is one big party. I think some of us are going to need it after this life is over.
And…Zac’s D.C. trip is paid for, courtesy of the IRS. And I never really had to get dressed. Not that I’m telling you that.