Jill's going to bed, but we just shared this lovely little conversation:
Me: Is it eighth week? Is it ninth week?Got my second wind, fueled by laughing at everything and anything. I've been in this state a lot this quarter. It's not bad, but it does make people question my sanity. Le shrug; what else is new?
Jill: It's ninth week.
Me: Shut the front door!
Tomorrow's going to be good. We're going to make it good.
Happy ninth week, lovelies. How's it treating you?