But 'tis done. And I think I did a good job on the surgery. I am told by my husband and First Reader that he cannot see where the stitches are. This is a Good THing.
A few minor cleanups to be done next week, and then it's up, up and away - and then it's back to waiting for responses (gawd, I hate that. I am lousy, *lousy*, LOUSY at waiting).
On another topic, it's the FOurth of July. My first 4th as an honest-to-goodness, passport-carrying American citizen. It'll be an interesting occasion. Oh, and it's my birthday tomorrow. The third anniversary of my 39th birthday. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
