Lazy Sunday?

I wish I could show you the stack of paper I’ve been wrestling with for the past nine and a half hours. I never realized how much a book over three hundred pages (356, really) could weigh — how the drifts of white pages could get out of order so easily, how the wicked edges could either rip or give me paper cuts — but I can’t whine anymore, it’s done, done, done. Final proofreading of the loose pages of my manuscript is FINISHED.

I now need cake and a massage, not necessarily in that order.
Sadly, I would have to make the cake first. Sigh.

Hope someone is having a lazy Sunday for me!