I just got home to realize that I wandered around my entire day with my shirt inside out. Yeah, I know. Luckily I spent most of the day in my office. I say “luckily” because I think my book is done. Obviously not really done (that happens when it’s in my hands, with a cover). But still. Done for this round. Which is pretty darn exciting. I say, “I think” because I am terrible at reading my own work. And so I think I need to go over it a few more times. But exciting. Maybe I should wear my shirt inside-out more often.