Tomorrow, barring something truly catastrophic, I will finish this book.
Yikes. And whee. And yikes.
In other positive news, my friend Erica brought Anna Leslie into the world yesterday, and we are all glad to see her, even if only through the wonders of the internet. She is wee and red and scrunch-faced and just as she ought to be. And now I'm going to go read A Letter of Mary as
mechaieh and dichroic told me to. 