I confess...that I acted a bit silly Saturday night, and I still feel like a fool today. That, and I'm still exhausted today. Sigh.
I confess...that no matter how often I'm reminded that "all good things must come to an end", that never makes me any less disappointed when they eventually do.
I confess...that apparently so long as I don't have a computer in front of/around me, I'm actually pretty darn good at focusing and getting some writing done, as was proved Saturday evening.