YAY! Paper in, twenty-four minutes early and shy of the word limit.
Now it’s time to pack (i.e. throw everything in car, remembering suits, advent calendar, and brain), head up the East coast (sadly, forgoing the NYC party circuit), and do all family Christmas shopping in a day.
*The eternal debate: does a year of wine tasting, surfing, and swimming negate any legal value of defending small businesses against lawsuits by anorexic, deranged, boob-jobbed Californians? Discuss in comments.