I actually did a Thursday Thirteen this week. (Sidenote: Is today even Thursday? Is it time to go back to school yet?) Somewhere in this house is a scrap of memo paper with a TT scrawled on it.
It was tempting, come blogging time, to tear apart the house and look for it, but I’m not. Why? Because I’m going to the post office. As soon as I change out of my jammies, find my keys and bribe the children away from SW:BII, the secret project proposal (henceforth known as D&D—but with neither dungeons nor dragons) will start its journey to NY and I will once again start wearing a path between the house and the mailbox. It’s been a while since I’ve had reason to stalk the mail lady.
I feel slightly sick. Slightly shaky. Very anxious.
I’d forgotten how awesome that feeling is.