It’s about a week early, but I feel done. Giddy and done, exhausted and done, lightheaded and done, good, and, done.

This is one of those times that I want to remember the feeling of.

Tomorrow + two days from then + five days from then + one week from then command performances lie in wait to test my A-earning abilities.

But right now, I am comfortably far from the wire of this first major deadline and it feels really good to have pumped out 15 coherent pages in just over half as many hours. I have never conquered a blank Word doc so commandingly.

Time away has been good for my composition skills, that or things are finally lining up for me celestially, or perhaps the latent response to starting the day off with a latte trifecta was always going to be an improvement over the immediately-induced super-shaky hands and heartburn.

There must be a better explanation. Ah yes.

Late to the party by several years but here be the secret of my success. I don’t know how many times this has been through my ears tonight but I am ready for it to keep on going. Except I can’t sleep here.

Probably could, in point of fact, but won’t. Flannel sheets on the bed, time to go rest my weary head.