Done

I just typed THE END. 575 pages. We’re done.

It’s dark now, and the only light are the candles and the computer screen, like little islands of illumination in the darkness. I didn’t even notice it getting dark. I finished the book to Diary of Dreams, which Charles first played for us in Toronto. I’ll have to shoot him an e-mail thanking him for the music find. Of course, if Jon hadn’t had the tech skills to put it down on his iPod, I still wouldn’t have had it handy.

Jon and I took Trinity out to do the shopping I’d promised. I’d planned on finishing the book then doing the shopping. Glad I didn’t try and do it in that order, because I’d have been having to disappoint the kiddo. What time is it, anyway? Checked the clock, it’s only 9:00, which is pretty early for a marathon session for me. The latest I ever finished was 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning. That was the end of LUNATIC CAFE. So 9, that’s not bad. That’s like a full night’s sleep ahead of me. Cool.

But I’m done, I’m really done. Wow. Thank you God and Goddess, and I mean that. This book has kicked my ass.