And I’m a little nervous. It’s been a labor. Of love, yes. But many, many countless hours of labor.
Of course, one hopes that it’s received with giddy delight—with unequivocal approval of every single word.
Just as one hopes that their stock portfolio will triple in value this year and next.
And just about as likely.
But leave me alone tonight while I hope for that.
Basking in it,