So after a slew of late-night work, now we await to see if the many lines cast into the New England waters are fruitful. In just four days we will be there. If somehow I get a job nibble on one or more of those hooks, there will be much rejoicing.
Everything is moving so fast. I remember three weeks ago when we had six weeks to go knowing that it would be here fast. That three weeks ago thought seems as if it was two days ago.
It's a lot, but the main thing is for us to not let the weight of it seem overwhelming. We don't have time to lament anything.
As Penguin the dog says, when you want to go your just go.