YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! ECSTACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are ahead of schedule!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Four down, twelve to go!!!!!!!!  Yahoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! With an extra month allowed for potential problems, we are out of here now in a maximum of not quite 13 months instead of not quite 14!!!!!!!!!!  Provided we stay until the end.  Gods, I am so happy I could just. . .oh, I don't know!

Well, let us see.  One month of reserves that we don't have to conserve.  Provided I don't break down and ask my first love to take us home sooner. . .the uh. . .right way.  The same way he got us here.  Oh, how to celebrate?  Go out to eat?  Pick up a bunch of stuff to cook ourselves with all of us gangin' up on the meal?  Uh, we're not in the habit of gettin' drunk or wasted.  Mullethead can't stand alcohol, I only like some mead every now and then, and my mentor will have a glass of wine on occasion, but that's about it.  When I was a crotch droppin', food product, or whatever Mullethead feels like callin' wee bairn that day, I absolutely HATED watered down wine, never developed a taste for beers and ales, so I had mostly water, milk, buttermilk,  fruit juices when available, and tay. I was also never a fan of drunken behaviour, so what can you expect from me?  

Oh, I'll talk it over with the others.  I look foreward to stuffing my face silly, and perhaps sittin' under the shower after, then go to bed; getting more than the three or four hours sleep that I usually get. . .if at all possible.  I don't seem to need anymore.

And shall I tell my two loves I do NOT feel like getting absconded with from bein' under the water to get ravished tonight?

Hmmmmmmmm.

Maybe not.  Didn't happen all the time anyway, and maybe if I don't eat enough to explode, I might welcome the concept, if everyone else can still move.

Aye!  I think I'll put a vial of jasmine or rose oil on one of the night stands as a hint.  I'll leave it up to them.

Now, I think I'll hit the ice!!!!!!!!!  I feel like I could skate all day; as wild and crazy as they come!  AFTER I tell everyone what I just saw at The Guild, on-line.

RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Oh man, it is soooooo tempting to do a calendar countdown.  But if something goes wrong and I have to add time, that would be so depressing.  But what are the odds of that happening?  And I might get further ahead of schedule, depending on my publisher.

Ah feck it!  417 days at worst, if all is on target, with 30 of those days present as a cushion for potential derailments of the project and projected dates.  I might be able to knock a week off of that in another 3 months if all keeps running like a well oiled machine.

Hmmmmmm.  No, something could still go wrong.  We can party later.  Maybe I won't tell the others yet.  I'll have my own personal celebration.

Yes, good-bye.  Let me go get my ice skates!