So here I now sit, only just shy of 2/3 of the way to my target, and only 7 months into the year. By simple arithmetic that puts me almost exactly one month ahead of schedule (since I shouldn’t, in theory be at this point until the end of August).
That generates a nice warm feeling, and since I’ve somehow managed to get more sleep last night, I’m feeling better than I did.
Now to get on with something else entirely, ah well, no rest, or whatever…
Mind you, thanks to a very successful prank pulled by my son last night, I am going to have to spend a lot of time plotting and then executing the perfect revenge. Are you listening, Russell…? I suspect you’re going to become a minor character in my next book, and I’m going to have to devise a terrible fate for you.